Sitting alone in a dark room

Wondering if everything that happened was true

As the silence grows stronger and my heart beats faster

I'm now laying down, lost and confused

Why is life so dam hard, why do we continue to fight for something that is no longer ours?

Growing up I really thought life was painted in diff colors

But now all I see is black, white and sometimes grey

I really wish this new me can change the way I see

I really wish these thoughts and voices can just leave me be

But here I am sitting alone in a dark place a dark room

Reminiscing old happy times before I left you

Dam, Is it really impossible to turn myself back to you

The you, the me, who was once young, happy, wild, and free... 


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