here goes another day
heads spinning with a rock in my stomach
bearing my crosses, counting my loses
I’ll never be what I want to be
I'll never see what I want to see in me
and I don't care
no I don't care
my body disregards feeling, there's something reeling in me
through the wilderness of sorrow, that's where I'll go
this life is dull and I’m bleeding through the cracks in my soul
but my wounds don’t show to these strangers, they don’t know
we pretend we’re one and the same
but we’re as separate as stars
I like to think that we are
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
here goes another day
heads spinning with a rock in my stomach
bearing my crosses, counting my loses
I’ll never be what I want to be
I'll never see what I want to see in me
and I don't care
no I don't care
my body disregards feeling, there's something reeling in me
through the wilderness of sorrow, that's where I'll go
this life is dull and I’m bleeding through the cracks in my soul
but my wounds don’t show to these strangers, they don’t know
we pretend we’re one and the same
but we’re as separate as stars
I like to think that we are
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