As days go on I feel the same.
Everyday is like another cloud passing by,
nothing changes,
everyday is the same.
I feel like a robot programmed to do one thing:
breathe.
These are the words that keep me up at night:
"What am I living for
I have always been seen as this perfect girl.
That girl who gets good grades,
That girl who never gets in trouble,
I seem perfect, right?
Well don't make assumptions,
nobody's perfect.
And that word definitely doesn't go for me.
