Life in its sense.
In the office on a sunday, is actually quite nice. It's like my 2nd home. Hard to believe i'll miss this place once i'm gone. But right now I can't wait to leave this place.
I have this place all to myself. Do you ever love the smell of freedom? Still I wished there was someone here with me. I wish I could name someone I could have fun with.
It's so busy right now, I hardly have the time to stop and think. Not that I want to. Everything's numb right now. There's stuff I should be crying over, and things I should be fretting to fix. But I can't stop and think. If ever I found even just a little moment to do so, feelings just come to me...for no apparent reason. Without realising, the reason's there all along, well passed it's expiration date.
So it's a fading sort of pain. Slowly, it's not gone, you just don't feel it's presence anymore. Numb.
In the end everything's unchanged, undone and unfixed, yet so much has happened. There's a danger to be said, about getting used to things that happen to you, because then, you just let them happen.
I have this place all to myself. Do you ever love the smell of freedom? Still I wished there was someone here with me. I wish I could name someone I could have fun with.
It's so busy right now, I hardly have the time to stop and think. Not that I want to. Everything's numb right now. There's stuff I should be crying over, and things I should be fretting to fix. But I can't stop and think. If ever I found even just a little moment to do so, feelings just come to me...for no apparent reason. Without realising, the reason's there all along, well passed it's expiration date.
So it's a fading sort of pain. Slowly, it's not gone, you just don't feel it's presence anymore. Numb.
In the end everything's unchanged, undone and unfixed, yet so much has happened. There's a danger to be said, about getting used to things that happen to you, because then, you just let them happen.