Nov 2018
Thousands of words
Inside my head
I would have said something
I chose to stay quiet instead
I keep telling myself
None of this is true
That the Sun is still here
The sky is still blue
I can't think straight
With the narcotics in my veins
Not that I want to die
But all of this was in vain
I feel too old
Don't feel like carrying the weight
Of things that went wrong
The lying, the cheating, the hate
I don't need anyone
And it only makes me glad
I guess loss has a funny way
Of making you strong like that
Inside my head
I would have said something
I chose to stay quiet instead
I keep telling myself
None of this is true
That the Sun is still here
The sky is still blue
I can't think straight
With the narcotics in my veins
Not that I want to die
But all of this was in vain
I feel too old
Don't feel like carrying the weight
Of things that went wrong
The lying, the cheating, the hate
I don't need anyone
And it only makes me glad
I guess loss has a funny way
Of making you strong like that
