Stage fright. It's like I'm standing in the front with nothing to say. The light blinds my sight.
Time is moving again and I'm crying.
I don't get it. Why is this so complicated? I don't want to grow up or die young.
I don't want this..I don't want this to be. I only wanted, only wanted to be happy.
Now I'm facing health debt. The sorrows depleting me.
Is it all because of what I chose or that I'll always be alone.
Time is moving again and I'm crying.
I don't get it. Why is this so complicated? I don't want to grow up or die young.
I don't want this..I don't want this to be. I only wanted, only wanted to be happy.
Now I'm facing health debt. The sorrows depleting me.
Is it all because of what I chose or that I'll always be alone.
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