My imagination ran wild,
Stepped into the past,
Erased my future.
Now I’m living in my head,
I’m better off dead.
All the things that I said,
I could tell were better off left out,
Now I’m living in the wake of something more.
I am still yours,
But you are not mine.
All these lines still mean so much.
It’s just that now,
they hurt.
This is years old, it just popped into my head.
I’m terrified.
But I can’t help it, I’m stuck inside
This lonely box that’s full of lies
no one can open it but, there’s a window.
And I can see outside
It’s mostly cruel but there’s some things nice,
They’re hard to find outside your eyes,
The world is scary, don’t make me show you..
Stories of an empty life aren’t gripping.
But maybe they satisfy someone somewhere.
