Talking too myself
I feel lost, Alone without direction,
Where do I go? What shall I do?
I have allowed my past to define me,
I've looked to others to comfort me,
Substance to sooth me,
To cocoon me away from reality.
Indecisive at every turn,
I commit to nothing, so that I may keep the illusion of choice...
Where do I go? What shall I do?
I have allowed my past to define me,
I've looked to others to comfort me,
Substance to sooth me,
To cocoon me away from reality.
Indecisive at every turn,
I commit to nothing, so that I may keep the illusion of choice...