It feels too hard to be in reality
when the days are long and the nights are short
when the work piles up and the fun deports
when there is nothing left in this sad life but a jar of tear from all the times
the times where I couldn’t take it anymore
the times where being alive was worse than being dead
the times where I was lost in my head
there comes a time when you can only dream of running
leaving behind every memory, every person, and every thought
creating a new life, one for only me and you
becoming a mystery will do
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
It feels too hard to be in reality
when the days are long and the nights are short
when the work piles up and the fun deports
when there is nothing left in this sad life but a jar of tear from all the times
the times where I couldn’t take it anymore
the times where being alive was worse than being dead
the times where I was lost in my head
there comes a time when you can only dream of running
leaving behind every memory, every person, and every thought
creating a new life, one for only me and you
becoming a mystery will do
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