How is it possible for life to feel so slow yet so fast?
I feel like everything becomes a blur
and then I just sleep it off.
I feel like I'm constantly sleeping;
constantly watching other peoples' lives go by.
I'm sitting here in my shell
waiting to break free,
while everyone else is having the time of their lives.
When will I feel that way?
When will I be happy?

and i'm not sure if you have noticed
but i'm waiting for this void
to be filled up
by your sweet honey voice

i'm starting to feel like
i am a dying flower
that you no longer flock to
in search of pollination

I miss you so much
And I wonder if you
Ever think about me
As much as I
Think about you