Somehow my life is a mess,
Hopelessness over comes me.
No matter what i do, you and i are something new. Somewhere me dreams are to far away. How did i do all this myself?
Dreams of mine die out, but i guess friends do too. My laughter is only pain of those who walk before me. I walk throughout this dream almost toward death, but a light keeps me here for some reason.
My life want ever be a mess, just confusing never knowing what's next. But, maybe it'll get better.
