umm,.. its funny,. you can hate being alone till you start to love it,.. then your not alone anymore and you start to miss it,.. only to go back to being alone and hating it, again. I'm trying to learn to adapt to changes,.. but I'm getting old,.. I'm starting to reflect who I really am on the outside slowly,... slowly the world changes,... yet its been the same the entire time.
you'll watch, but I'll watch you watching me,.. the scenry is dark,.. and we're all broken,.. broken smiling toys with broken smiles pretending to be happy with our broken dreams and broken burning hearts.
we'll teach ourselves to lose sight slowly,.. slowly losing sight of ourselves,.. slowly disappearing
(we'll slowly teach ourselves to fear to dream,.. )