I can't resign, it makes me feel like i am worth it
I can't even see, what's fucking in front of me
I can't breath right, and it's not that i don't care
I'm just trying to be everything i am not
Can i feel sorry for myself
will you let me say i am tired?
can you hear a somber cry?
as the sun begins to rise
My fingers are tied
to a sense, i am lost
time not well spent
to myself i am still
homesickness, not a place but feeling
like i have nothing, and thats all i can have
(what's on the line please just see through me
I am not here, just breath through me)
Insomnia its nice to meet you
my dreams have stabbed me in the back
you know that i can forget
but its only temporary
there is no such thing as a waste of time
just a waste of space and the worth of time
and the smoke from our lungs
