Mind of the serious,
Face of a child,
Eyes of the cold,
Exterior so cold.
Trying to stay sane in a world where I feel so alone.
I'm not the old me,
Nothing was the same.
It's hard to know who to trust when you can't tell who's a snake and who's your friend.
When will the drama end?
Where's the control on this?
Insomnia touching the tops of my lids, the bags of fustration.
The need for sleep so evident instead shows in the form of agression.
I'm tired, I'm wired,
I desperately need sleep.
Working the graveyard shift but hpw much of my money do I actually get to keep?
Fearing that my body will lay too soon with the sould of the deceased.
God is it so wrong to wish to rest in peace?