I open the door
step out into the cold
into the scenery
that now seems so old,
so tired of living this same boring life, over and over again
I'm tired of every
unreal "friend."
Walk out the door
it all seems pointless now,
the same places
always the same faces.
All I need is a change,
but still every things the same.
The fakest of people
calling out my name!
When did this happen?
This half lived routine?
Never once did I think,
this would ever be me.
Constantly wishing for the day
to come to an end
only to wake up,
and have it happen again.
Tired of waiting
for opportunity to arise
I want to be looked at with loving eyes. No more of this B-S.
I want something real,
No one to tell me
how to look or to feel.
Until then,
I'll just have to wait
and hope to God
this routine isn't fate.
I can no longer live
these same pointless lies,
I want to spread my wings...
I want to fly!
