When is it my turn, When it is my turn to be happy? When will love stay? It feels like it’s forever away.
I’m tired trying, Trying to get close to others. I always end up alone and more hurt than before. So what’s the point?
It’s too much. With no one around me, I am alone behind window panes. With eyes wandering, my daydreams appear fuzzy. Not the warm kind, but the kind that feels like you’re being suffocated.
Will love ever come? ... Is it possible... That love could ever...