(Untitled)
Sometimes I want to just give in, accept the answers without a question.
It's easier, I must confess, to treat this life like it's a waiting room for death...
How can I make sense of this mess?
I'll share my emptiness with a glass, it's my best bet for happiness.
...but life is not a waiting room.
It's easier, I must confess, to treat this life like it's a waiting room for death...
How can I make sense of this mess?
I'll share my emptiness with a glass, it's my best bet for happiness.
...but life is not a waiting room.
Comments 1
iloveyouus!
-Candice
Reply
Leave a comment