I suppose some sort of structure should be born from this chaos.
a lesson learned, a lesson lost.
sitting on the floor, rearranging worthless things.
counting backwards from ten
learning again, wasted time will never be returned
i've learned disbelief in receiving what ive given.
Yet still I give.
I've got a hole inside my brain, its an absence I have created
A spot i've saved for passion, and savoring every waking day.
yet still I wait.
still I wait.
I wait.
wait.
nothing.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
I suppose some sort of structure should be born from this chaos.
a lesson learned, a lesson lost.
sitting on the floor, rearranging worthless things.
counting backwards from ten
learning again, wasted time will never be returned
i've learned disbelief in receiving what ive given.
Yet still I give.
I've got a hole inside my brain, its an absence I have created
A spot i've saved for passion, and savoring every waking day.
yet still I wait.
still I wait.
I wait.
wait.
nothing.
