Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that humans created.
This ship has set sail
May the journey begin
In which path will you follow
Will you drown out in your sin
A wasteland so vast
Filled with purpose and choice
Leaves me left six feet under
Searching for my own voice
Loud or clear and flooded with fear
Cause when the night comes alive
My demons draw near
Oh brother where art thou
There’s no air left to breathe
I’m beginning to choke
On the words you let me believe
As the fire burns inside
Another spark re-fuels my drive
I won’t lose you again
This time I’ll make it to the end.
I cared once. Fucked me up.
Ain’t that the truth
What happened to outgoing and optimistic? I’m surrounded by a bunch of dull “objects”
I need some sort of excitement!!