I can't resign, it makes me feel like i am worth it I can't even see, what's fucking in front of me I can't breath right, and it's not that i don't care I'm just trying to be everything i am not
Can i feel sorry for myself will you let me say i am tired? can you hear a somber cry? as the sun begins to rise
My fingers are tied to a sense, i am lost time not well spent to myself i am still homesickness, not a place but feeling like i have nothing, and thats all i can have
(what's on the line please just see through me I am not here, just breath through me)
Insomnia its nice to meet you my dreams have stabbed me in the back you know that i can forget but its only temporary there is no such thing as a waste of time just a waste of space and the worth of time