in my eyes i see just a dying dream have i wasted my life? will i soon pay the price? at the end of the road, will i be alone? stuck with memories and what could have been.
when i'm in a room of people i still feel completely alone roof over my head, things i call my own but no place feels like home 29 years deep in life and i still can't find my place the only thing i have in my hands to show is my sulking face
every day is a new defeat and yet i still push on the empty look in my face should tell you something is wrong no patience left in my body everything else hangs by a string complacent in my decline and no desire to change a thing
so how long can i fake this smile? will i be older looking back at all the mistakes? and regretting that i have nothing? cause each year i get colder and the disappointments engulf me.
but this smile will fade in time have i ever really been alive?