alone in a crowded room
such a cliché
but I suppose that
is how I live now
each minute has already
been lived by another
I’m floating
when all around me plant their feet
you would be my tether
the only thing
keeping me here
but I am sadly alone
and lonely in a crowded room
I live a life of
old clichés
forgive me, dear
for wanting you for needing you
for everything
I didn’t mean to let it go this far
in dark in sounds in words
and hope to God
I can forget all the things I've said to you
according to the books movies songs
if we were fictional
you would love me more than life itself
I don’t know why I care (you say you care too)
I want you out of my head
I don’t want it to go this far
it gets harder to fake it every day
the smiles and laughs and oh yes I’m fines
some days giving up seems easier
some days you only want to scream
perfection true love and beauty
like it isn’t hard enough just to
get up in the mornings and smile
wave at someone friendly when
really
you’d rather flip them off
to survive a day without breaking down
some days nothing seems possible
some days you dream of endings
