Who are we?
Just a spec of dust within the galaxy
Woe is me if we're not careful turns to reality
Don't you dare let all best memories bring you sorrow
Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer
Turn the page maybe we'll find a brand new ending...
I know how it feels to change, to be replaced, to be wasted, to be unwanted, to be even more insecure than self already did, I know how to write pages full of gloomy-scenes to make me cry less, I know how to re-picture people into novel characters, I know how to get myself feeling worst just to go to place that used to go, I know how to cry in the crowd, I know how to simply be attention seeker to your friends when recently things I say is about that and repeating the same thing next day.
I just don't know how to sleep well and better or at least as I did when things never break me out, I don't know how to feel okay when people sees deep into my eyes and asked me am I allright, I don't know what to say when they ask about what I need to do, I have no idea why I clean up all my plates just to feel okay--which is not but happens all the time, I don't know how to not keeping myself going to the beach and feel so much drama and how I hate it anyway.
Because after all I ever done, I'm still wonder why I'm just not enough for you.
and today I planned to start over, no, it's changing over, changing purpose and habits, changing a little bit point of views and patch, planning to see it clear, trying to walk again, trying to make effort again, tryig to be okay again, and trying to be ready again, trying to be whatever I could ever just be, trying to be me.
