I don't want your money
I don't want your food...
Put on my headphones
Tune out the rest of the world...
TO MY WONDERWALL
A wicked experience...
Sullen and nostalgic feelings
in a blue ocean of melancholy...
Tangled in knots upside down
lips twirling in spirals as illusive lies...
Looking left, looking right
All I see is a light...
I can't trust...
I could never be that blissful...
I am done
I quit...
You make me think you don't need me anymore here,
Also you act like you don't want me close or near...
Don't ask me to explain myself
I can't stand up for my ideals...
Everyone seeming to push me,
where I don't want to go...
An Old Lady
An old lady sits in her chair...