I’m nothing, I’m nothing.
Alone in this apartment, racking my brain,
For something, that will stop me jumping,
The ground looks so welcoming.
I’m nothing, I’m nothing.
Am I being who I want or who I am?
The time has come for me to face, What I’m saying between white space
A change of pace.
Maybe I’ll grow wings, fly somewhere new,
Where I’m all alone, where the skies are blue.
Try to say goodbye, all I do is lie,
Don’t know what to write, carve a picture of the night.
Painting with ink like it’s blood,
Tearing my notebooks apart, To stop myself from going too far.
Maybe […]