Left alone in the dark
A restless mind awaits the physical distress to come
Thinking, wondering, worrying.
What makes me this way?
I want to join you, I want to be normal
I’m sick of trying, it’s been gone for far too long
It’s too late to start now, just accept it
This is who I am, who I’ve become
I haven’t changed before, and won’t start now
Fatalism sets us up for disappointment
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 6:12 PM UTC
Left alone in the dark
A restless mind awaits the physical distress to come
Thinking, wondering, worrying.
What makes me this way?
I want to join you, I want to be normal
I’m sick of trying, it’s been gone for far too long
It’s too late to start now, just accept it
This is who I am, who I’ve become
I haven’t changed before, and won’t start now
Fatalism sets us up for disappointment
