Twelve-Thirty a.m.
But I'm waking up at six and I'm having trouble sleeping because I feel like I can't breathe. I can't breathe. My heart's constricted, my lungs are filled with liquid and I don't care. I guess that I don't care.
I don't know what I'm living for, so I don't bother living and I keep feeling alone but I am surrounded, I'm always by someone.
They are not the one I want.
I love my family and I love my friends and I don't feel loved.
But I know that I'm loved.
But they don't love me.
Because they can't hold me, they can't kiss me like I need them to.
But he's too busy standing on the edge of the world waiting. He can't see me when I need him, he won't hear me when I'm screaming I need love.
Twelve-Thirty-Three a.m.
But I'm thinking of playing hooky and I'll stay in bed a while because I can't breathe.
And in my dreams he's holding me. He is seeing me.
That's all I really need.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Twelve-Thirty a.m.
But I'm waking up at six and I'm having trouble sleeping because I feel like I can't breathe. I can't breathe. My heart's constricted, my lungs are filled with liquid and I don't care. I guess that I don't care.
I don't know what I'm living for, so I don't bother living and I keep feeling alone but I am surrounded, I'm always by someone.
They are not the one I want.
I love my family and I love my friends and I don't feel loved.
But I know that I'm loved.
But they don't love me.
Because they can't hold me, they can't kiss me like I need them to.
But he's too busy standing on the edge of the world waiting. He can't see me when I need him, he won't hear me when I'm screaming I need love.
Twelve-Thirty-Three a.m.
But I'm thinking of playing hooky and I'll stay in bed a while because I can't breathe.
And in my dreams he's holding me. He is seeing me.
That's all I really need.
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