i haven’t finished a thing since i started my life
i don’t feel much like starting now.
walking out lonely has worked like a charm.
i’m the only one i have to let down.
but watching you makes me think that that is wrong.
i can go on with my insecure nature
i can keep living off sympathy.
i can tell all the people that all of the success
is a direct reflection on me.
but watching you makes me think that that is wrong.
what is important? what’s really important?
am i not to know by my name?
will i ever know silence without mental violence?
will the ringing at night go away?
it’s up to you.
my father called on me.
i haven’t finished a thing since i started my life
i don’t feel much like starting now.

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