Lately I have been wondering why I even try any more
Even after getting constantly consumed by anger and sore
It's not as though I haven't wondered this before
But lately I've been wondering it more and more
When I look back at you all I see is a ghost
Instead of the face I used to adore the most
But there's no use in wallowing in these sorrows
Or even trying to fight
I keep counting the days, and holding on to my hopes
Every day and every night
No comments:
Post a Comment