Here I am
It feel's like everything is the same thing.
Everyday, everywhere just nothing to see.
The things that were exciting,
now nothing in between,
I sit alone in silence and do the same old thing.
Find some thing that excites my brain
but later on the memory just fades away.
Can't remember when I used to smile,
not just a fake grin,
still haven't worn for a while.
I miss the days
where it was all fun and games,
but now I'm stuck in reality
and here I remain.
Nothing left to see.
Nothing left to hear.
Nothing left to do.
I'm stuck here and I'm not moving
Nothing left to play.
Nothing left to touch.
Nothing left at all,
...so here I am...
by
TheDarkShadowposted on 10/14/2009
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