11:11 pm
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?
Will you still love me when I've become all scars and bones?
Will you still love me when I've got no more heart to supply
Still a broken one
Forever waiting to amend.
I know you will, I know you will.
There's only one special you.
Yet you gave yourself away.
Because you've decided to be something you're not.
Oh god, oh god I thought it's over. It was supposed to be over.
It's so painful, so fucking painful
all over again.
My past - my apathetic self. A narcissist. A person who is/was so self-absorbed that I lack awareness. Oxygen is lacking, animals are dying, plastic is overly produced. And all I wonder right now, is how do I well-adjust myself at night?
A storm, this storm feels like me
This storm, this storm, feels like
Someday from my lonely room
I just think of you
Don't pull me back to you
Please just let me go?
