![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Every Day Is Exactly The Same...
I believe I can see the future, cause I repeat the same routine. I think I used to have a purpose, but then again that might have been a dream. I think I used to have a voice. Now I never make a sound. I just do what I've been told. I really don't want them to come around. Every day is exactly the same. There is no love here and there is no pain.
Every day is exactly the same. I can feel their eyes are watching, in case I lose myself again. Sometimes I think I'm happy here. Sometimes, yet I still pretend. I can't remember how this got started, but I can tell you exactly how it will end. I'm writing on a little piece of paper I'm hoping someday you might find. Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind. I'm still inside here. A little bit comes bleeding through. I wish this could have been any other way, but I just don't know. I don't know what else I can do.
Every day is exactly the same. I can feel their eyes are watching, in case I lose myself again. Sometimes I think I'm happy here. Sometimes, yet I still pretend. I can't remember how this got started, but I can tell you exactly how it will end. I'm writing on a little piece of paper I'm hoping someday you might find. Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind. I'm still inside here. A little bit comes bleeding through. I wish this could have been any other way, but I just don't know. I don't know what else I can do.