Life and its evil friends.
Life is hollow and without meaning, But those polyester smiles you seem to keep them gleaming.
Searching for the front desk looking in the back. Just to give this life a boost I am seriously considering crack.
Aimlessly lurching down the corridoor of life banging into my metophoric walls. To tired to care and to lonley to stop, Ile keep on staggering or at least until I drop.
Is there anything behind these doors, Are there any lives behind these walls? I want to be closer but this invisable depression keeps me at bay. I know its not me thats keeping them away.
Dont know how to explain the way I feel right now. Like I cant get close enough to people to satisfy somthing inside me that is burning with lonelyness, no matter how close we get.
Searching for the front desk looking in the back. Just to give this life a boost I am seriously considering crack.
Aimlessly lurching down the corridoor of life banging into my metophoric walls. To tired to care and to lonley to stop, Ile keep on staggering or at least until I drop.
Is there anything behind these doors, Are there any lives behind these walls? I want to be closer but this invisable depression keeps me at bay. I know its not me thats keeping them away.
Dont know how to explain the way I feel right now. Like I cant get close enough to people to satisfy somthing inside me that is burning with lonelyness, no matter how close we get.