by Hazel x
I wake up wishing it was a different day
Hoping that I'll have new hopes, new dreams
I'm counting the days until I can feel myself again
Trying to listen to the sounds that keeps coming my way...
But it's as bad as a sin.
I swear sometimes I feel alive
But the truth is, I have a secret
I don't carry it as a burden, but rather as the light ahead
Everywhere, wherever I go Whoever I meet
I look for my escape route
My way out of this tiresome reality.
Nothing left to burn
What else can I do but wait for another day?
In hopes that one day I'll go ahead and find the route myself.