Where is my future?
It doesn't seem better
I don't wanna accept it
Nobody seems to reject it
They want it all
But don't like it when I stand tall
It's start feeling empty
Everything they feel about me is just sympathy
I don't want their petty
I'm not a little girl that is just pretty
How can you say that I'm not lying?
Do you really know that I'm not dying?
YOU ARE READING
MY Soul, My Heart, My Mind
Randomthe way I think is neither how I act nor how I feel.
