Do I want to live?
A question that plagues my already clouded mind.
The world itself keeps pushing me
To be something I am not.
This nauseating sweet smell tastes bitter.
Tell me,
Have I grown up enough?
3.
Do I want to live?
A question that plagues my already clouded mind.
The world itself keeps pushing me
To be something I am not.
This nauseating sweet smell tastes bitter.
Tell me,
Have I grown up enough?