I don't know what to do
It's just a cycle, this misery
Hoping things get better, but they get worse
Without you, my life has no meaning
Lingering quietly, as I wait for the end,
I mourn my past feelings of happiness
I miss being younger, letting go of those carefree memories
I miss my friends, and how things used to be
I know some things can't stay the same forever,
But am I so wrong for wishing they would just remain as it is?
And for one day, I can convince myself with this foolish lie—
That everything will be okay again.