Do I leave early?
Do I leave late?
Do I hide in my head?
Do I tempt fate?
Am I really scared?
Am I just anxious?
Am I alive?
When nobody thanks us.
When they say they'll be there
Like you were for them
That feeling is rare
Unless I'm in REM
When all of my friends
All follow their words
I wake up,it ends
Like flight for the birds
They take off so fast
Like a stone has been thrown
And like a rock it hits
"I am on my own."
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Do I leave early?
Do I leave late?
Do I hide in my head?
Do I tempt fate?
Am I really scared?
Am I just anxious?
Am I alive?
When nobody thanks us.
When they say they'll be there
Like you were for them
That feeling is rare
Unless I'm in REM
When all of my friends
All follow their words
I wake up,it ends
Like flight for the birds
They take off so fast
Like a stone has been thrown
And like a rock it hits
"I am on my own."
