I can't get so weak Like i do now
So often its Boring to be found and
Lost at the same time
Finding time to lie in My bed,
Whatever works For better or worse
Plans I don't make Can't really change
Or fall through at all
Funny enough
My whole life is a lie and I'm standing here
Coughing and blocking out More ideas
in my head But I can't slip into
Real world explanations ,The sky can only be one of two colours
A sentiment tied to One or the other
Or I'm left wondering why
It has to be
I'm still sick of every friendship I make
Its hard to examine the memory's
What I take, and what i leave behind
i wish i had a bit more Control
I don't care about my future
Irregardless people will still be
And treat me the same
Way, and I'll still be pining for the same things Guarded and
Mostly friendless
I am sorry to say,
But I got no friends neither in school nor in colleges