Too busy wanting, I forget what I need
Too busy cutting, I’ve forgotten to bleed
Too busy rushing when I need to slow down
Too busy faking smiles, though inside it’s a frown
Too busy acting like I own the world
Too busy to notice I’m a scared little girl
Too busy to notice I have an addiction
Too busy dreaming to know it’s all fiction
Too busy pretending, creating the lies
Too busy for love, out f-u-c-king the guys
Too busy laughing though inside I cry
Too busy with life, don’t have time to die
“There are more people alive now than have ever lived- I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible, but if it were to be true, I wonder that if we keep living this fact, no one will have time to die.â€
-unknown
