Sitting,
An article of stagnance,
With a heavily dusted window,
And a soul in heavy fragments.
Looking at you through the glass,
Wondering what has come to pass.
I’ve been here forever,
But nobody stays forever.
Now forever feels like home,
And I’ve turned up alone
After you vanished from my head
And filled my mind with lead.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
Sitting,
An article of stagnance,
With a heavily dusted window,
And a soul in heavy fragments.
Looking at you through the glass,
Wondering what has come to pass.
I’ve been here forever,
But nobody stays forever.
Now forever feels like home,
And I’ve turned up alone
After you vanished from my head
And filled my mind with lead.
Through Glass, by Stone Sour. The lyrics are so loud in my head rn, and I had to restrain myself from copying it. I was recently reminded of the dude I liked who I ended up rejecting and it took a toll on me. I wonder, if I had said yes, would we still be dating now? Would I be happier? No clue.
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