txn
so there are those days i sleep for hours
when feeling everything goes to nothing
nothing with everything to feel
the one song that makes you hurt no matter how happy you think you are
except that one song won't stop playing
hope has become so hopeless, i've forgotten everything from the last two weeks
i want the next two to be just as forgettable
existance is mundane, i only feel worthy in the summer, feel free to wake me in june
and how quickly the sadness can turn to anger,
burdened so heavily with fixing their mistakes, i've left my own behind
i'm tired of competition, the primary mechanism behind existance
survival of the fittest, and i'm getting tired