I am awfully good at being bad
I am tired but wide awake
Yet I feel that I am dreaming
If dreams could be a nightmare
I wish to awaken from the dark void
Watching the world passing me by
While i stand there letting it
Go Going Gone
Breathe in Breathe out
Change the pace
Move, stay still why do either
People shout for you to move
That you are wasting away your life
What's the point
If we are to die anyway
Maybe making friends can help you in the long run
But then leaving is even harder than before
How can breaking our hearts be good
even when we had so many good moments
I cannot feel my pain as I have become numb
