To me,
The day dragged on and on
To me,
We were meant to last
I'm okay with being in love with you.
I'm okay with being unable to escape.
I'm not okay.
I don't give a **** anymore
I really don't.
I don't see what's wrong living day by day.
In end I'm still alive
Enough for people not to feel guilty for
Not helping.
As long as my friends and family are happy
I'll stay miserable.
I just won't bring company.