I see the hole where I should be,
What I think, who I need.
I'm at a loss for all that's important.
Realize I have no possibilities.
The weight will crash down
Wherever I run.
Soon I will be crowned
A Nice No One.
So inexperienced, yet so undesirable.
So naive, I thought everything would work out on it's own.
Chances in my fallacies are soon becoming rare.
My robotic abstinence will be only despair.
So I'll be home alone,
Waiting for my life to come.
The cold numbs all of my darkest thoughts.
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