Language for me is
only a dream, a distant...
Like the wind blowing
No one caring...
Hanging out with friends might sound sincere...
Group cruises through the country side, good times...
Do you ever feel so alone
That the void inside is lies heavy as a stone...
It's a sadness so intense
a loneliness deep insight the heart...
Fairytales have to end someday,
so let me write for you...
Holding this pen
was from the notion...
The reflection in the mirror
shows two eyes...
I sit staring at those dreary skies
It's such a tender shade of grey...
I'm tired and I'm worn and just want to sleep
My loniness and sadness is running too deep...
All these people keep asking,
If I'm ok...
I'm a mess
A train wreck...