When are things gonna happen to me?
Has Life not started yet?
Why am I just waiting?
Why is everything easy?
And why I that displeasing?
Why can't I get very far?
And why is everything hard?
The past is always a blur to me.
Too fast. I always forget to breathe.
I never give in tho what i need:
Someone (to tell me the truth)
Someone (to make me feel good)
Someone (able to soothe)
Someone (wish it was you, i do)
Someone (to tell me the truth)
Someone (to make me feel good)
Someone (able to soothe)
Someone (wish it was you, i do)
I do.
I do.
I do.
I do.
I.
