"I'm thinking too much again
I can't sleep it's 4 am
I got to be in somewhere tomorrow
I don't wanna go out tomorrow"
He played his guitar, singing along as the words embedded in his head flowed through the quiet air, for no one to ever hear, just for his quiet comfort.
"I'm thinking too much again
How my life will end?
I have to live tomorrow
I don't wanna live tomorrow"
The moon shining through his window was just enough to light up the room, showing just how lonely he truly was.
"I'm thinking too much again
I can't sleep it's 4 am
I got to be in somewhere tomorrow
I don't wanna go out tomorrow"
His room felt more like a tomb, he would be forever stuck here, all because nobody would care enough to listen to him, not even his own parents cared to do so.
"Fuck my thoughts
I think too much
I think too much"
The misery felt like it was the only one there for him, and that it was the only one who wouldn't leave him.
"Fuck my thoughts
I think too much
I think too much"
Finishing the song, Montana sighed, he knew nobody would ever understand, thus why he kept quiet, so as not to disturb anyone.
~~|A/N|~~
Hello all, lookie here! I finally posted, for once! I'm so sorry I haven't been posting every day like I want to but I promise I'll try to post more often!
Eat some food and drink some water! Hope y'all are doing okay!
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Song-shots (Welcome to the statehouse)
Randomthis is just a whole bunch of song-one-shots bassed off of ben Brainard's Welcome 'To The Statehouse' requests are always open cause I suck at coming up with my own
