December 2010
Is This It?
Every day being exactly the same. Set on repeat, a mechanical routine. Simply allowing it to never change. When you have nothing, who do you believe in when you don’t even believe in yourself? And when you have everything, why do you still feel numb? Your possesions retaining your self worth. Everything you’ve worked for is now bought and gathering dust in your closet. And when their backs are...
I reach for the door, it’s hard to let go.
Your words they’re as strong as thick muscle-bound bones.
I can’t pick you up, can’t carry you home.
You’re too lost to find me, now you’re all alone.
Such a waste, all these years.
We talked until dawn, you told me all of your dreams, all your fears.
And you were to blinded to see
the courage it took me to...