Yes, even stars break.

[___xeroxicideee]

I'm not sleeping anymore.
All of these words are twisted inside of my head.
I'm not dreaming anymore, therefore I have nowhere to hide.
It's all out in the open, I'm wearing it on my sleeve.
Can't you see it, it's all over my face.
The words I can't say, can't make go away.

I need someone beside me, someone to hold my hand.
I want to talk out loud, tell the world what's inside.
I need a friend to guide me, please, just tell me I'm all right.

I have had a lot of weird things happen lately, but I don't know what to believe.
I'm not one to believe in ghosts, but it seems so real.
The smells, they come alive, I know where they're from.
But he's long gone...
I've heard my name.
I've seen things.
I'm not scared to admit it.

I just want to know what's wrong, give me the answers.
Tell me she'll be okay, tell me you're okay.
Where are you now?
Do I have any fucking hope at all?

God damn... I really need rest, I feel so exhausted.
I'm becoming insane.

I've got work at 4, I don't know if I'll survive the night.
I just want to run away, find somewhere safe, and sleep for days.

But I'm not that lucky.

I was supposed to go shopping with Brent and Madlyn today, but I can't, of course.
And tomorrow Brent has to work.
So they will go off and have their fun, and I'll be stuck working with people I can't fucking stand.

I better go.

Who knows what will happen next.

Some things never do change.