I'm just knock, knock, knocking. Knocking on the window of life. Rubbing the fog away to see what it's like on the outside. Maybe I should just stay in my own little world, at least I'm safer there.
It never occurred to me once that everyone is just such a good actor. It's the play of life starring me...But I never asked to be center stage.
It feels like just yesterday, I guess growing up just comes so fast. I'm looking in the mirror and all I see is a familiar reflection fading away.
Why do I live in such a real world, with such artificial people? Paying an arm and leg for the same thing with another title.
Something tells me I'll never know. Somethings never change.
What's the point of tomorrow, if there is no hope for today? Everything gets better eventually, But why do I deserve to be left waiting? It's like my world doesn't even revolve around me.
It never occurred to me once that everyone is just such a good actor. It's the play of life starring me...But I never asked to be center stage.
It feels like just yesterday, I guess growing up just comes so fast. I'm looking in the mirror and all I see is a familiar reflection fading away.
The ink never runs out on the pen of creativity. The page of life will never rip and crumble without your consent. If only everyone could live by there own advice.