Is it to late ?
To fall back in place
To stop listening to all the same bullshit everyday,
My friends are trying to make the world a helpless place
The story been told ,
Over and over again
About a boy who friends just want attention from only one friend
But I'm tired of being that one friend,
Of being a toy to your amuse
Being a stress ball that you squeeze and deflate,
Being that person that you hurt ,
And sweep away,
Have you not learned from your mistakes?
That the world already better without your depression thoughts,
Guess not!
Because your still the same way..
