So why do i think it will ever be different?
They come and go bringing with them false hope.
Or maybe i'm just blind to the fact that i'm just another one to add to their list.
Maybe that's why i find it so hard to fall for their kiss.
I guess that's why my heart is filled with doubt.
If only i could find someone who can help me find my way out.
Out of the cycle.
Out of the meaningless encounters.
Out of feeling worthless.
Even though they say nothing is what it seems.
In these shoes you can only dream.
And i guess i'm still on my own, searching for my missing piece.
As i try not to fall apart at the seams.

As i'm counting the days, i find myself wondering why i'm still here.
No matter what i try to do, it always ends with me in tears.
If only i could turn a new leaf.
I just want to be able to get rid of all of this grief.
And it's not just me, it's my soul too.
I guess i better keep my head up high and tie my shoes.
Change is around every corner so i might as well try.
No more meaningless conversations and wanting to die.
So as i gather up my hopes, i'll try not to choke.
As i try to find the right road, i'll just hope i don't lose my soul.

Is there hope to breathe some fresher air?
Get lost in the moonlight? And gaze at the stars?
And to feel what’s true including my lost heart?
Will the breeze sweep away my fears?
Will I find my someday? Or will it end in tears?
Can the sun guide me to safety when the doom consumes?
Or will I always feel alone in a crowded room?
Maybe I’m not ready but time does fly.
I just want someone to need me before it’s nearing my demise.
So as I try not to get washed away in the tides, I’ll seek only truth because there’s no room for lies.

What is there to do when the world seems to sicken you?
Lately i've been finding myself painting everything blue.
There are no friendly faces here.
Some days my life is filled with fear.
What happened to humanity that now people are growing dark.
If only i had it in me to fix my mangled heart.
It seems that all they're interested in is picking me apart.
So how do i crawl out of here and make my final mark?
I'm not sure i even want to survive because everyone's head is so thick.
Of all the almost friends and family, you really thought out this trick.
I guess that's why it's always problem after problem.
You probably knew that i would always try to solve them.
But i'm in too deep in this catastrophic mess.
It's hard to find anything good locked away inside my chest.  
So as i dream of running away and making it on my own,
I'll do what i can to survive and decode this heart of stone.

All this pent up agony, and it seems I'm growing colder.
Just fighting to keep the warm rays of light that I have saved up for these rainy days.
But it seems I'm losing the fight against my mind, against my heart.
What am I fighting for?
My souls diminishing into a dark cloud of uncertainty.
Is there anything worse I could be?
Well, yeah, maybe.
But when you have so much hope, it makes it hard for the world to turn you into ice.
Some say I'm too nice.
But when you feel sorrow for what it truly is, you want to make others see the light.
Maybe I'm not strong enough to change things.
Maybe I'll continue losing everything.
Maybe I never had anything.
Anything real that is.
It feels as though my last days might be near,
And when my world is so lonesome and cold,
What do I have left to lose?

And it's almost as if you need inebriation to stay sane.
Why do you do it? I thought you were trying to change.
It's hard to get out of these destructive ways.
But it's so easy to do because everything always seems okay.
When you start to realize maybe you're losing yourself.
Maybe now it's time to put the liquor back on the shelf.
I think the tides are settling.
And i know that's what you wanted.
So why can't you still help but feel haunted.
I know the paranoia eats away at you.
I guess that's why you're so detached from everything you do.
Maybe that's why you never feel like you have friends.
I guess the problem was always you and maybe there's no hope to mend.
But don't lose hope, you have to keep trying.
You can't let everything you love start decaying and dying.

So what do you do when life comes crashing down on you?
What do you say when you're never okay?
What do they mean when they say it's not what it seems?
I guess sometimes life doesn't answer all of your questions.
But i'm sure you can figure it out.
I mean, things won't stay dim forever right?
I hope not, because i can barely make it through these nights.
I've been stumbling around and barely making it through life.
Maybe i just need to feel the sting of the knife.
That's not always the answer, and maybe there never is one.
But if this is life, i want to make a change, i can't be the only one.
So i'll keep my eyes fixated on the sky.
Until one day, maybe i can spread my wings and fly.
Until then i'll just hope that the shadows don't get the better of me.

Here comes the new year,
Does that mean new fears?
I've already lost everything i held so dear.
I just hope that there aren't any coming of tears.
So what am i hoping for?
I guess people see me as more or less of a bore.
Social interactions are sometimes becoming a chore.
I sometimes reminisce in our memories.
But i'm so lost and there is no key.
And you, you're nowhere to be found.
I guess now i'm used to the sound.
Of people waltzing in and out of my life.
I tried my best but i couldn't keep my wrists away from the knife.
Ugh, i wish i could start over my life.
Too often i find myself stumbling around without any direction.
Where i was ever going, i have no recollection.
But with a new year, comes new memories.
But as an outcast i'm finding it hard to make my own history.
What can you do when you struggle to find friends?
I'm more or less okay, but i guess i sometimes still pretend.
But when everything is mediocre, you sometimes want to find someone with whom you can get closer.
I guess i lost before it ever began.
Am i stuck here slowly sinking into quicksand?
But if it were up to me, i'd regain my sanity.
And start climbing the stairs in hopes of finding a key.

I feel like a slave.
There’s no peace in whatever this nonsense they play.
If only there were another way.
But I’m a lifetime too late.

And I guess it's just comforting.
To slip back into my old ways of feeling nothing.
I guess having someone by my side was never meant to be for me.
And I guess it doesn't really bother me that I'm wandering through life alone.
Yeah sometimes it gets cold.
But smooth seas never made great sailors.
So I guess it's time to see what life has in store for me.
While I try to stay strong as I try to keep my dignity.

As i bleed my soul dry, i wonder if i even had one to begin with.
I know all too well that i lost my heart when you tore it out of my chest.
So how can i bring light into my all too dull world?
Since you left, you've never really left my thoughts.
But i know letting you go has been long overdue.
So why can't i let you escape me?
Maybe it's because when our flame went out, it burnt out the spark in my eyes.
Maybe we weren't supposed to be apart.
Maybe we were never supposed to meet.
But if i could get one thing right, it's that you made me feel complete.

Walking down this twisted path with no sunshine up ahead.
I broke my spine when you were mine, but now the dread is such a threat.
If only I could see clearly and live life just for me.
I don’t know what I’ll find but I’m drifting farther from my mind.
So as the sun shines bright to fight away your fears,and the moon illuminates to give you company. I guess even if I get myself back I’ll still be a wilted flower. Trying to be strong. Trying to get things right. And trying to win this fight, only to be the person I wish I could become.

What is it I'm running away from?
It's not like I have anyone to run to anymore.
And maybe that's why everything hurts so much.
Maybe it's my mind.
Always playing tricks on me.
Making me believe there's hope, when I've always just been doomed to rot in this world cold and alone.
And I just can't wrap my head around the fact that I'm so concerned with finding someone to be my someday.
Yeah I guess I can keep daydreaming about a better life.
But it's not my reality.
And that's why I'm stuck in this pit.
Every time I try to dig myself out, it all comes crashing down.
Baby I'm not good at being alone, I need you here to melt my heart of stone.

So much ridicule and hate.
Why can’t I change my fate?
Is there another way?
I don’t get all of these games.
Will the masquerade ever stop?
I can’t tell by these hands on this clock.
So as I try to fix whatever I can fathom,
I’ll try to escape the shadows.

Searching for a happy start, or is it closer to the end?
Kingdoms crumble.
Here comes the storm.
The one you've been trying to avoid.
But it's not coming in full force.
No.
This time it's lingering.
Waiting for the perfect time to burn everything to the ground.
So keep what makes you smile close to your heart.
In these times you'll need it.
There are no saviors here.
Trust no one.
Can you get out of this pit?
I know you're strong enough, you just don't want to do it alone.
Your morals are withering away.
Maybe that's why you're so far from okay.

The mind games seem to never end,
Now it seems i'm waiting for a godsend.
But who would want to save someone like me?
I guess i'm desperate to find a key.
But is there anything to unlock deep inside my chest?
I think i'm just pathetic so i should forget about the tests.
What if by some miracle i really was enough?
Do you think i could ever find someone to love?
Why does it always have to be about finding another.
I wish i could get back my sense of wonder.
There's nowhere to go except down the clean cut path.
I just want to find meaning, i want it to last.
Where's the rush in doing everything so simplistically?
I guess it's the only thing that could keep my life from ending sadistically.

And i don't really think about you anymore.
That's what scares me.
How could someone be your whole universe, only to start to disappear from your mind?
Yeah i guess maybe i haven't seen you in a few years.
But when something burns as bright as our love once did, you can't help but want it to last forever.
If only i could rewind to our best moments.
You were my world, and i find myself wanting to relive our time together.
Yeah i guess if i was poetic i would say something like, every time i was in your presence i couldn't help but want more.
Or your smile never failed to brighten my darkest days.
Maybe even that your kiss was the closest i've ever been to paradise.
But i can't help the fact that i'll never gaze into your deep brown eyes, and know that i'm finally home.
No.
That's the problem with heartache.
Or what's left of it.
You find yourself picking the scabs because it was pure ecstasy.
Only to find yourself slowly bleeding out, and wishing things could somehow go back to what i once thought of as my forever.
And now i'm sitting here wondering if you'll escape my mind for good.
Just know, that you will never leave my heart.

Filled up with hate.
I wish I could escape.
For these horrendous feelings?
I wish I could shake them.
But this is all so deranged,
On the weak they play.
I guess it’ll always be a never ending game.
Cause all anyone does is drive me to going insane.

They say life is unfair. It’s like I have some deathwish love affair. Why can’t I breathe some fresher air? I don’t know why but I’m becoming more and less scared. But I have nowhere left to go, I can’t even be myself. So let me drown in this bottle of doubt.

Hate around every corner.
And I’m so filled with doubt.
Where am I going now?
It’s hard to figure any of this out.
I’m in a sociopathic state.
But I can’t escape the hate.
I wish I weren’t stuck drowning in my life.
Will there ever be another way?
So in these passing days I’ll try not to take my life.
But my wrists just want to feel the sting of the knife.

Being used never made me feel so tortured.
If only my life had some order.
But I’m locked in this nightmare of a life, and my dreams are no different.
At least in my dreams I can wake up and tell myself that it wasn’t real.
But everything in this life got stolen.
If only I had it in me to be golden.
But I’m a mistake.
This life is a never ending charade.
And I’m always too weak to play.
But I don’t want to treat life like a game.
And somehow it just gets worse by the day.
The voices never really leave.
It’s taking its toll and I don’t want to stay.
But it’s clear to me that every interaction towards me is filled with hate.
So as I try to live a life that doesn’t feel like a layer of hell, I’ll try not to dwell too much and be more than just a shell.

What is your nonsense about being elite?
There’s nothing just or of value about tearing apart someone’s lives at the seams.
You people are filled with superiority complexes and greed.
Will this place ever see peace?
So as you stay blind even after admitting you were wrong, I’ll just hope nothing brutal goes on for too long.
But there’s no more salvation in life or many songs.
But these peoples views on life are contorted because they see everyone else as wrong.
So as I try to come to terms with the life I could never truly live.
I would trade your played out tragedy for my own life that’s never been mine to live.

Why does my mind always deceive me?
It seems I’m always stuck grieving.
Is it from the loss of life or the loss of love?
I’m sorry I couldn’t be enough.
Always set up to fail.
The rain is turning into hail.
And the smoke is turning stale.
I know I shut the door for good this time.
And you’ve probably had it with all of these rhymes.
I just wish we could have had more time.
But my mind kept telling me it was all a lie.
I just hope your days stay sunny and bright.
Even if I couldn’t be your light.
Maybe one day I’ll see you in my dreams.
And it could be everything we wanted it to be.
But until then I’ll try not to drown in my misery.
And maybe try to enjoy the scenery.
As I try to be all the things I always knew I needed to be.

When you've lost most hope to go on.
And it's mostly senseless to be strong.
How do you find it in you to grow?
And most people around feel like foes.
What do you have left in your heart?
When all your life has come to is falling apart.
I wish i could move on and find somewhere to have a new start.

These days i've been trying to turn the page.
But everything stays more or less the same.
My life feels like a masquerade.
With friendly faces having alternate meaning.
My mind is so clouded i'm having trouble seeing.
How did everything come to this?
Everything is more or less in remiss.
I know my conscience isn't clean either.
But everything is happening in such a negative demeanour.

So how do i fix the mess of my life?
I guess i'm in too deep cause i can't even turn to the knife.
But i don't want to try anymore i can't take this it's breaking me down.
It's been happening so long and i still can't get used to the sound.
Of all the the chaos that never fails to find it's way back.
Was it ever me that i lost? Do i deserve to gain what i lack?
So as i try to fix the mess of my heart mind and soul.
I'll hope life doesn't take the final toll.
Of ending my already meaningless life.
I wish i could just find my way out and get rid of all of this strife.
As i keep working towards trying to live a better life.

Stumbling around trying to make it past these bends.
I can’t roll with the punches and keep wanting everything to end.
The storm pushes past in a few brief moments when I’m in your presence.
What happened to the better days, I’m still left pondering on the essence.
If only I could figure out a way to rid myself of the negativity.
But I feel like I may have lost myself completely.
So as I try to keep every last shred of my sanity,
I’ll try not to get lost in all of life’s vanity.
I guess I could try to make the most out of the time I have left.
Tell me, what’s the point if I don’t feel anything beating in my chest?
My soul feels like it keeps leaving my body.
I try and try, but have no interest in any new hobby.
I’m nothing but a lifeless corpse, dragging what’s left of my being around.
It keeps getting worse and I’m not sure if I can get used to the sound.
So as I try not to give up, I’ll just hope that one day I’ll be enough.

You keep wondering when the pain will end.
Asking yourself how someone can be saddened so deeply.
There isn't always an answer.
But the fact of the matter is that you were never careful with your heart.
With eyes full of hope, and a heart filled with love, all you ever knew were good intentions.
You never expected to get hurt this bad.
To be so damaged.
But how do you heal?
I've heard the only cure for pain is love.
But who could love such a broken soul.
Some might say I'm desperate, and maybe I am.
But if it isn't real then you can count me out.
It took me a while to learn how to feel with all I have, and now nothing compares.
If you ask me, I'm not desperate.
Just a lonely soul looking for someone who wants to feel how beautiful love can be.

Always feeling like I’m stuck at the bottom.
I probably should have realized that I need help solving my problems.
I guess I had a chance at a new kind of start.
But it got the best of me cause now I might be falling apart.
I guess I have too much hope.
But if we must you can cut the rope.
Things can’t stay cloudy forever.
Maybe the haze will fade and I’ll be fine by December.
But what now? I feel like I severed our ties.
The last thing I want is for you to run and hide.
Maybe I’ll never be the one you keep by your side.
But what I do know is that I want to push my hazy, darkened thoughts aside.

I guess maybe I’m just selfish.
I don’t really want to end this.
But I’m too ****** up I have to take the risk.
What I would give for just one more kiss.
I need to get away from here, and make new memories.
Maybe if I find some friends there will be better scenery.
But all I am is a product of subliminal thievery.
So what’s next in this mess I call life?
I’m finding myself wanting to feel the sting of the knife.
But I guess I’ll just settle for trying to be alright.

I need a way out.
Any way out.
Always being led astray.
Never seeming to be okay.
Everyone's concerned about their own gain.
I guess i was just too focused on the pain.
But i do have a kind soul, at least i'd like to think.
I just want everyone to be happy, i'll scribble in ink.
So if the curtains closing,
I'll continue hoping.
For things to work out for the best.
And maybe focus a little more on myself, and a little less on the rest.

As the world keeps turning i can feel it's cold embrace.
I would have never expected it to be such a cruel place.
As the faces come and go, it's yours i can't rid from my mind.
The seasons change and i still can't get myself to have a good time.
So as i stumble around with my mediocre mind.
I'll try to find something worthwhile to help pass the time.
But with little hope for a better start,
I can't help but feel that i might soon fall apart.
But what if this time it really is different?
Knowing my luck i'll still be feeling indifferent.
I guess all i can do is gather my thoughts and run.
Trying my best to keep up with the sun.

Maybe it's my fate to be all alone.
At least i'm getting better at standing on my own.
The memories of your ghost still creep by swaying me to try.
But i still feel as though i'm at the bottom trying not to cry.
Maybe i was never worth saving.
And now i'm left going back to the cravings,
Of liquor soaked dreams, and sad melodies.
So as the days continue to pass, i'll try to make it one more day and not let this breathe be my last.

Maybe sometimes you think you have a chance at love. But then you stop and look around and realize you're not good enough.
Maybe you can feel them slowly walking away.
Don't let him know that you're not okay.
Maybe you know you'll never find love again.
But you've been through hell so don't stop trying to mend.
Maybe it was all just bad timing.
But with him you felt like shining.
Maybe you just need to get away.
You always dreamed of making your great escape.
Maybe you'll never escape the lonely lifestyle.
Just don't let yourself get stuck in the turnstile.

The days are dragging on and I’m struggling to find a happy song.
How can I move on when so much is wrong?
I feel like I’m close to death, if that’s true, why won’t they give it a rest?
So as I try to find a way to be okay, I’ll try to find another way to come to terms with the mess of my life.
As I try not to fade into the night.

The pieces of me have fallen away.
Every memory or moment in time has changed to someone else’s pace.
So why is everything black and grey?
I’m trapped in their sequence and I’m not sure if there’s another way.
So as I try to think back on the good there once was, I’ll remember that it was enough.
I’m sick of their games and calling their bluffs.
But if I could change things there would be more peace and less scuffs.

There’s such hate in your words.
Tell me, how did you really feel?
I’m lost in this mess, just trying to regain the lost feelings I kept locked in my chest.
Now I’m left feeling numb.
To the darkness will I overcome?
I guess time will tell.
As I try to get out of this personal hell.

If i could go back and change things maybe i would.
But then i never would have me you.
You changed me for what i thought was the better.
And now i'm stuck in an endless spiral going nowhere.
Yeah i know i'm undeserving.
And for you, i was never worth it.
But you made me feel like i had a purpose.
And your love was simply breathtaking.
If i could have a second chance with you i'd take it in a heartbeat.
But you're not mine and never will be.
And i don't know if that'll every stop my heartache for you.

Am I tiptoeing carefully? Or falling down the stairs?
I still get the feeling that life is never fair.
So should I fashion a dare?
Take a leap of faith with you, or leave with far too many cares?
It seems my life is up in the air.
And all anyone can do is sit and stare.
It seems my hopes are always fleeting.
And my heart and mind can get far too deceiving.
I know I don’t really want to see myself leaving.
Because for you I know I would always be grieving.
At a loss for something that could feel like a breath of fresh air.
But I’m losing the fight, this isn’t fair.

Belligerence seems like you peoples type of sanity.
Ignorance is never key.
But you people keep others in misery.
It doesn't matter what the truth is, it all just holds up to your greedy and selfish hands.
It doesn't matter where anyone stands.
Because you people only care about power and control and your bigoted and senseless plans.

All that’s left are twisted morbid thoughts.
I guess their plan worked, so what’s left of the plot?
If only the good had a chance to rise.
Maybe then there wouldn’t be mostly lies.
I can’t say I turned out fine.
I’m so ******* scattered and I want to die.
So as I keep living until they decide my time is up.
I'm so sick of everyone and all of their bluffs.
so i guess I’ll try to be whatever part of me that’s left.
As I try not to think about whatever is going to happen next.

And it seems as though everything is smoke and mirrors.
Stumbling through different paths, although the destination is unclear.
Things always seem to get better but is that the reality of it?
Am I climbing or sinking?
There's still hope somewhere in my soul.
But I'm growing so tired, **** this is getting so old.
What do I have to do to get my tainted heart and broken mind whole?
Is there any hope to mend?
I guess I'm waiting for a godsend.
But what is God?
I know I'd like to believe but when all you see is darkness it's hard to be at peace.
So in the meantime I'll try to clean up this mess.
Forget about the bad and put my woes to rest.

Who's left to trust?
Was there anyone there to begin with?
I feel like i'm drifting further and further away into the nothingness that consumes me.
But somehow at the same time i feel as though i'm becoming more whole.
I know there could be far worse things than being alone, but when everyone and everything is so connected it's hard to make it when you really don't have anyone.
So how do i spin my own web?
How do i find where i'm supposed to be?
Maybe i don't belong here.
I can't remember the last time i felt like i was truly home.
I guess i ****** up far before i knew where i was going.
So where to now?
I know i need to get away.
There's nothing for me here, but i've never really been too fond of exploring the world on my own.
And maybe that's why it scares me.

It seems my mind won’t stop until I tear my world apart.
If only I would have known this from the start.
So what’s left?
There’s barely any feeling inside my chest.
It makes me wonder if there will ever be a key.
You were all I wanted, all I thought I would ever need.
But I think I have to leave.
If I want to keep my sanity.
I don’t want to hurt you but holding on is hurting me.
Who knew this would cut so deep?
So I’ll hope you get to where you need to go,
As I try not to tie a noose around my throat.

The cool wind blows and I don’t feel sorrow.
What happened to the woe that was taking over?
I kind of miss it over feeling numb.
A sociopath with nothing in my flask.
So how do I bring myself back to life?
Things went quiet.
Am I through with this strife?
I need to win back my life.
But the winds have been blowing the shards of my former self out of sight.
How will I fix the puzzle of my mind and the shards of my heart that made me once feel so deeply?
My soul is fleeting and I’m stuck in this shell.
A wanderer lost, with nothing but to dwell.
Can I get out of this chaotic web?
I don’t know if I care I just miss being myself and the feelings that were once buried deep in my chest.

It feels like i'm stumbling around in the dark, but sometimes the light manages to shine through.
My feelings are fleeting if i ever seem to have any.
Lately things seem to be getting more or less petty.
But as you crumble you can figure out how to bounce back.
You're in luck if you brought a flask.
So where am i heading you may ask?
The destination is unknown, but the idea is to start to feel more whole and maybe a little less alone.
My eyes are set on the skyline and i want to get far.
Maybe even find my own shooting star.
But with luck like mine you always find that you feel like you're running out of time.
So i'll keep searching for my forever and hope that one day i can shine.

In a waking nightmare how do you dream?
How can i make it easier to breathe?
In a life full of hate, how can i change the pace?
I just wanted to try to live a good life, and not get erased.
So how do i stop the never-ending doubt?
I'm stuck in this abyss and no one can hear me shout.
Getting dragged down further as the days go by.
Seldom friendly faces with pretty little lies.
How do i rebuild and find some purpose?
Somehow none of this ever feels worth it.
I just want to find happiness.
I just want it to last.
But it seems my mind is stuck in the past.
I don't know where to turn, all that's left is an empty glass.
So i'll try to pick myself up just one more time.
As i try to fix all of this and not get pulled under the tide.

I don’t understand this chaotic web.
It’s nothing but lies and sins and I’m left hanging by a thread.
Why am I in the middle of this petty crossfire?
What do you people even do when things get dire?
As I witness the hate it feels like there’s no escape.
All of my life is a petty charade.
What’s the point of feeding on the weak?
All for your selfish wants for your “evil” and greed.
How many peoples lives will you all tear apart at the seams, until any of you realize it’s just a form of slavery?

How many souls do you plan to torture before you reach your outdated demise?
I hope you don't drag in too many babies before we all run out of time.
But what has life ever meant to you?
You take what's not yours, and leave everything misconstrued in deafening daft and ****** hues.
So why feel sorry for yourself when all you do is feed on the weak?
I hope my time comes soon because you make life so horrendous and bleak.
You prey on the pure, and mislead those who may have innocence.
You turn things around, so it's what you want in the cards.
You're a pompously entitled and daft waste of flesh.
I can't stand the sight of you, you're just a disgusting deepening sore.
Call it what you may, but your existence sickens me.
Everything that you stole, only made you last another day.
But with your twisted mind and heart, I wish you'll soon depart.
Because with people like you, it's your lives that should fall apart, and never remain to ever restart.

When everyone takes you apart piece by piece,
What do you do when you just can't leave?
Maybe it's all part of their plan..
But i just need to figure out where i stand.
When you've been searching so long for another to hold.
You realize that their game is getting old.
But somehow you feel that who you are is fading away.
I feel like i lost my chance to make my escape.
But what happened to all the love locked away inside your heart?
It's been stolen from you, and you can't help but to fall apart.
So what do i do to have a happy ending?
I don't know if i'll ever be happy so i guess i should try to get my love back and start mending.
But life keeps getting me side tracked.
And there's seldom chances to gaining what i lack.
**** what i would give to get all of my heart back..
But until i find someone whom i have a better connection,
I'll try to have a better connection, and try to find a better direction,
For my lost soul to finally stand my reflection, and hope that i can stop getting dissected into a projection of everything i could never be.

Always fearing my demise.
And now it seems I’ve reached that time.
If only I could live to see the sunshine.
But it seems that is not my fate this time.
I’m sorry.

Maybe one day my fate will change.
But until then I’m stuck waiting for my someday.
Why can’t I regain the love that was once buried beneath these ribs?
It’s not me whose condoning all these sins.
So as I wait for the flowers to bloom I’ll try to be me.
As I hope others stop feeding off of this negativity and find the courage to breathe easily.