But it's never the same is it? It's always something, isn't it It's lonely but unfamiliar A minute and you're here, there, you forget to breathe so you panic go figure.
summer seemed like a dream but I've passed on now, and I'm beginning to wake myself up you see these people in love but I can't even unwrap my ******* tongue
it's hurts to think that you might never become and you just wanna talk to someone, anyone but isn't this the start you asked for from God? my god, doesn't it seem so hard to believe in me anymore?
this patience of mine is wearing thin and what happens when it isn't when an impossible wish, a sorry strength, a terrible addiction to perseverance what happens when it isn't?
i'm gone, or perhaps this is all i've moved, i've waited for months, now what?