being alone feels so great till your alone, wishing for a mate pleasuring yourself to fill the void emptiness, you miss her face ive spent the past year chasing your ghost never really focusing on bettering my self this is getting old
this is getting old gaining, losing a soul to find the one theres no point to hide from this feeling of going blind from love will there ever be someone like you for me this time again
struggling to make light of this happiness, always one step ahead this is getting old, will it ever change? will i ever change?