you used to encourage me to be somebody and do what i like but you sit in your room and you're lonely, you want me to save you but i can't because you've built a wall of books and created a language barrier between us
we don't communicate, you don't speak to me, you can't make eye contact, you can't breathe around me, and i can't breathe around you, and you make me feel like locking the door is too loud so i hold my thumb over the **** when i twist it
twist my arm and get me to speak, i tell you how ****** my day was and you reciprocate, we both hate our office jobs, the difference is i quit mine and you're still miserable
we are both miserable but it's two different things, it's two different worlds, two different too different, you can't relate to me, i think you think i'm a child but 5 years doesn't mean you've seen more than i've seen
the walls are shaking from the thunder. two years ago that's something i would have told you, but now i experience these things alone because i take comfort in the privacy. i take comfort in knowing that you don't know everything anymore. i take comfort in knowing that you didn't know everything before, either.