Was it really this hard. To be in your skin. To want what you wanted. Knowing you couldn't win. . Was it really this long. The road that you walked. Before you laid down. The lines around you
I'm lying wide awake in bed. My eyes are closed just like I'm dead. My friends all think that I'm a bore. But I don't need them anymore. I don't get up I don't get out. I have no life to speak ab