Jul 2017
I'm just talking to my own echo;
Too scared to tell the truth
Too tired to fight for myself
I guess no one could fix me;
As if this curse wasn't enough,
I fall down rock bottom
Yet I can still see all of you.
How your lights shine the brightest;
I envy.
How you can see the light of the stars,
And not the pitch-black darkness
Of the night sky,
I guess I am but an opposite;
You get lifted up,
I get pulled back down.
Too scared to tell the truth
Too tired to fight for myself
I guess no one could fix me;
As if this curse wasn't enough,
I fall down rock bottom
Yet I can still see all of you.
How your lights shine the brightest;
I envy.
How you can see the light of the stars,
And not the pitch-black darkness
Of the night sky,
I guess I am but an opposite;
You get lifted up,
I get pulled back down.
**** myself
