aye wake up
huh?
wake up, wake up we sat here doing nothing there’s time we got to make up.
Right back to it.
my soul is falling apart like my heart separating from its self ima get through it.
We get so many chances and we blew it.
aye don’t matter it’s in the past we got to cool it.
Man talking to me is like talking to a wall made a stone.
I’m driving myself crazy let me pull out my phone.
phone rings* no answer still must be alone.
I miss my family wonder if they hurt like me.
wonder if they hurt like me.
its probably worse getting older seems less like a blessing and more of a course.
It hurts it hurts.
But if no one wants me I don’t need them.
But I wont forget them
I refuse, our memories help me keep going instead of tying a noose.
i guess I’m back on this path
wonder how long I will last .
Wonder if I’ll ever find a girl to make smile
cause I’m getting old it’s been me ,me and me for a while.
But I’m not a good investment I guess I’m more of a rental.
But I can’t pretend to be something I’m not and I’m not here for someone to hate me forever because had to settle.
Is the idea of love out dated?
me,me and me we’re so isolated.
- Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 9th, 2019 07:35
- Category: Unclassified
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