Watching it all fade to gray
The thought that constantly fills my mind
The people, the places, the things
All go away
I tend to torture myself with my thoughts
I tare myself apart
I, more than anyone else, influence my mood
I am my best friend, my worst enemy
I find ways to make myself better
Then I tare it all apart
I'm not sure why
I guess I'd rather live in my fantasy world
Where I only can destroy my dreams
Like I'd rather destroy my own creations
Send my ships off to sea
Only to soon watch them sink
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