VyOk
EverybodyDiesAtTheEnd
I dream relentlessly to no avail, in order to find my prupose
I am Young I am Odd, my tight grasp to my youth during times of innocence using my brain as a vehicle for traveling beyond the deadening confines of time and space
Has been gnawing away at my brain to the point in which i am insane
I've been trying to, make something of myself
But I've reached the point where, I accept my fate, and move on towards something else
I've realized that I have always been alone, nobody can see my world through my eyes except for me
So why bother trying to sympathize with something you can't understand? It just gets you nowhere
So every day, I just keep asking myself these questions
Why do I keep going? Is the way I spend today how I'd like to spend my last day alive?
The answers been no too many times, that's when I began to realize I've been living wrong
I need to change, i need to save myself from this emptiness, or I will die soon
BLEED, BREATHE, LOVE , ONE
HOLD, TOUCH, CRUSHED, HUSH
Fucked up, dumb luck, lovestruck, whats come
Of us, someone, someone, someone...
Someone help me...