i’m finding new life in every regret
and finding regrets in everything i forget.
in a second, i'm at peace and
in the other, i'm thrown off by my need to feel accepted.
i've nothing left, nothing to give.
and the deeper i carve into this rock ,
i realize it’s not gonna fit into the shape that i want,
but i can't quit.
i've always been afraid to fall in love, because there’s something about falling that just sound fucking painful.
i've never seen my forces taken up and shared and given back
but i keep falling, anyway.
i wish i could kiss your stretch marks
and i wanted you to run your fingers across my hair,
but my brain warns me that i am a nobody, i am no one, i am nothing but a bother until doesn't stand anything, but shadow.
or maybe i'm just once again resorting to my pathetic need to overthink
just to feel like nothing is real.
that unknown individual already left,
disappeared that mask who didn't stop looking at me,
maybe it has gone to catch souls or a cab and then heads anywhere where a person i don't know is waiting.
i saw the season change,
i saw clouds cover themselves from stars and free them to cover up again.
i changed while i've been waiting
but i was shocked that no one waited for me.
