It hides its own secrets,
And doesn't know why...

Dont you get tired of sitting and waiting,
For the day that might never come...

I waited year after year,
Wishing my dad would come see...

What is it with me today?
Words long forgotten are now in full swing...

Sleeping,
Sadness...

Some people write better when they're depressed,
When their emotions arent so supressed...