Twinkle twinkle little star, why don't you tell me how you are?
I feel empty, like there is nothing inside of me
I've been off my schedule, I have to stay awake
But I want to lay down again and wonder what could have been
I want to forget the fact that everything could come crashing down at any moment
I want to know you are okay.
Why so vauge? Tell me how you feel.
I am jealous of you, sometimes I want to rip you apart. But then I remember how perfect you are.
Then I remember how horrible I am.
I don't have a sense of humor.
Will I regret what I did?
Maybe.
I miss talking to you.
Tell me the truth. Stop treating me differently than before.
Why does punching you in the face sound so beautiful right now? I know I will regret it, but why?
Please stop.
Please start.
Please listen.
Oh please.
Twinkle twinkle little star, how come your mind is so far?
