Truth be told, I am afraid of growing old.
I just fear of ending up alone. These things control my life.
I'm letting go of everything I used to know, but I have fallen far below. I'm losing the will to climb.
I don't know who I am anymore. I've forgotten where I came from before and now I'm face down on the floor. I take a breath and hope that I feel no more
Night after night I trade my sleep for thoughts of who I'll never be. I'm losing everything.
Because I can't control the time that's passing. Every second has me face who I'm meant to be.
Fuck it, I'll say it, I tried to be patient, but no one can save it.
I'm crossing my fingers for someone to linger
I keep running circles in my head. My thoughts are turning. My thoughts are turning on me.