He's writes out his feelings realizes the empty holes in his chest. Working for improvement when really it's another distraction to keep busy. Forgets to keep a conversation, what a blank situation. How many likes before I realize I'm more me, is this ugly? Had some dreams thinking it was real and felt at peace. Woke up and felt so lonely. No one by my side, just a false hope. Always so broke.
One day I'll get there. Will someone actually be there? Need some love, need something real. Get me to the top I climb slowly. I know I can make it without help but I prefer company.