Sometimes even when everything
Seems to be going just fine,
I tend to break down on my drive home.
Sometimes everything tends to add up
And my life tends to fall apart at
The worst moments.
Sometimes I gather my thoughts
And think of my past, and what should
Have happened and what shouldn't have.
Sometimes I sit back and watch people
Living their lives so free while I sit there
And watch through the glass.
Where did my life go? I'm twenty years old and feel like I missed the last four years of my life...
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
Sometimes even when everything
Seems to be going just fine,
I tend to break down on my drive home.
Sometimes everything tends to add up
And my life tends to fall apart at
The worst moments.
Sometimes I gather my thoughts
And think of my past, and what should
Have happened and what shouldn't have.
Sometimes I sit back and watch people
Living their lives so free while I sit there
And watch through the glass.
Where did my life go? I'm twenty years old and feel like I missed the last four years of my life...
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