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I'm tired cynical and broken, but wiser heavy with a sense of resentment but i used to be so much different i used to have so much faith when i started you knew that i always meant it i knew i could make a difference i struggled to be heard and then finally, one day people started listening and i knew it but as soon as it began it was ruined a slow descent from unique to routine over and over "just do it again and this time with feeling" the spotlight the focus on the friends and the feelings that made those stupid songs all worth singing and don't you say a word unless you're pretty sure that you want it analyzed so we drove for what seemed like days over roads and four lane highways we said all we had to say and i realized in time that it didn't mean anything never not ever again... not like that "it's only a matter of time"
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