my feelings they have become so confusing the complexities of modern life have taken a toll on my well-being
i’ve become so predictable
no longer analytical
little time left to think anymore
about who I am or where I’m going
i think I can remember a time when it didn’t hurt eyes to see the sun rise or to know that i’m on my own god, i’ve been in my own for so long
no longer analytical
i’ve become so predictable
little time left to think anymore
about who i am or where i’m going.