keep thinking.
sweating hands, shaking knees
this is what its like to live in the life of me.
locked away, up in my room
its kind of like my own tomb.
feelings, numbness, saddening thoughts
this is what its like to know your friends have been bought.
childhood photos up on the wall
oh mirror, who's the fairest of them all?
"not you" they say, or ""your cousin" or somethings worse
but whats worse than the feeling like something is about to burst
inside of you, crawling and squirming waiting to get out
but all you do is sit and pout.
you think you won't get better, but you will in the end
because time is an illusion my friend.
so keep counting the seconds if you must,
but just know this: time is a bust.
you think you will never find a lover,
but trust me everyone has someone, even if the hover.
you keep thinking youre never gonna go anywhere in life,
but if you take the slightest chance, it all passes by.
so just keep thinking that and see where you end up
cos we all end up in the same place, either still here, or somewhere else.
so if you hear the bells, then you're in a good place.
if you hear the voices you're in the same space.
but if you hear nothingness, you might as well have assumed you've ended up where you have
been thinking about all your life.
nowhere.
