Everything is jumbled in my head, Nothing makes sense at all. It's like I'm awake but I'm still dreaming. I'm in the middle of a crowd, But I'm still all alone.
They ask me what's wrong, all I can say is, "Honestly, I can't express myself right now, forgive me." I don't even know what's going on, I used to think that life was easy, that you just live till it's time to leave, But boy, I never realized how hard it is to do just that. Live, till it's time to leave.
I don't know. Writer's block. And nothing makes sense. Oh well.