Here I am at yesterday's tomorrow
with no goals, no nothing accomplished.
I know my faults, how I am,
yet I can't help but to do it all over again.
Over and over again.
Time trickles into my hands, I mishandle it,
and away it goes.
Why can't I be like everyone else?
Life holds nothing but anguish,
disappointments, self-despise and suicide
(either physical or emotional)
to an artist wanna-be like myself.
I will never make it - I will never make it.
Repeating this to myself,
over and over again
doesn't seem to convince my foolish mind.
I need to leave.
I feel too much,
I love too much,
I am too devoted to everything
and nothing at the same time.
I need to go,
to burn,
to die.
I need to awake from this dream
that is life. |