People get tired of me quickly They never stay around for long
Its like I'm artificial I'm not actually myself I'm not living my truth I'm trapped in a mind that babbles I only respond I never create I've trapped myselfย ย
I'm living in a world that is a product of false pretenses This world is a facade A mere illusion A distraction from the inevitable truth That I am flawed That I am broken And I truly cannot be fixed
The senseless ticking of the clock of life Rings in my ears I used to feel alive Now the clock serves as a reminder that I am being forced to live out my days on a world that is filled with empty promises
I was always told that I'm never guaranteed tomorrow I was always told to live life to the fullest But how can I live life to the fullest When I'm barley living at all