Where did I go wrong
Was it me all along
Does my face match disgrace
Or is that look of distaste
Just a general disappointment
For all lost souls
What could be thought of me
What could ever come to be
Your mind yells nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Others scream something
Something
Something
But it gets worse
Why won't these feelings disperse
A pillow won't protect you
From all that you do
The lights will always come on
Eventually
You can't hide in the dark forever
As if its your own personal tether
To some sort of sanity
Where a "perfect" man has no problems
And sleep isn't an escape
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Where did I go wrong
Was it me all along
Does my face match disgrace
Or is that look of distaste
Just a general disappointment
For all lost souls
What could be thought of me
What could ever come to be
Your mind yells nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Others scream something
Something
Something
But it gets worse
Why won't these feelings disperse
A pillow won't protect you
From all that you do
The lights will always come on
Eventually
You can't hide in the dark forever
As if its your own personal tether
To some sort of sanity
Where a "perfect" man has no problems
And sleep isn't an escape