*full ashtray, vacant life*
these winter nights... they never change.
i feel like im always outside looking in.
i miss the way things were, during no time in particular. just any time but now. these are supposed to be the best years of my life. but i just feel trapped, claustrophobic...
i long for the warmth of the sun... when everything shines, when everything is fine again. when being alone is by choice. when a deep breath fills my lungs and my soul with a sense of freedom. these cold winter nights make it hard to breathe at all, my soul shivers and crawls into a deeper hiding place. these cold nights, i cant feel a thing... my heart becomes as numb as my fingertips. everything seems frozen in time. no emotion on nights like this... just a still, pale blanket of snow. but it was this way before the air turned crisp, its been this way for months.
i feel like im always outside looking in.
i miss the way things were, during no time in particular. just any time but now. these are supposed to be the best years of my life. but i just feel trapped, claustrophobic...
i long for the warmth of the sun... when everything shines, when everything is fine again. when being alone is by choice. when a deep breath fills my lungs and my soul with a sense of freedom. these cold winter nights make it hard to breathe at all, my soul shivers and crawls into a deeper hiding place. these cold nights, i cant feel a thing... my heart becomes as numb as my fingertips. everything seems frozen in time. no emotion on nights like this... just a still, pale blanket of snow. but it was this way before the air turned crisp, its been this way for months.