Rollin, rollin, rollin...
There are too many empty rooms. Empty inside me i can't seem to fill, voids i don't know how to fill or what they need inside them. I look in the mirror and i don't see a person i recognize. I hate so many things about myself, too many to name, but hey, i guess this is who i am, the only me i am ever going to get, learn to live with them right? Scars and fresh wounds. I will never be enough. There are so many disappointments. I see happy things, too...but never enough, just like me, never enough.