Writing letters you'll never receive
Makes me feel more and more lonely
I can't shake this feeling
In the air around me
Feels like the ground is shaking
Another night in the city
Where the life outside is depressing
Surrounded by self pity
And not the dream I'm chasing
Clouds loom ahead
As I sign my name
And tuck the paper away
For a later date
Stand with me,
Is this a memory? Or even a dream?
How did things go so wrong?
Maybe it was me all along
