Here I am alone with mere family But I don't do much than play in a fantasy world A place where I can just talk to random people and create A place where there is no need to be curled.
The cycle repeats, I'm alone One moment of laughter then I'm back to square one It repeats again and again it's quite irritating But alas, it seems nothing is done.
Who am I to expect people to come to me? Especially when I don't come to them. Does it seem fair? Of course not! I've become lazy since before back then...
Sitting on my bottom upon a chair in front of the monitor that mirrors my world It searches my mind and in my soul And copies it onto the screen right here In mornings, I look in a mirror and I see that everything's rotted me black as coal.
So here I am... sitting right here. Being lazier than before back then And now that I see it, something will change Until then, Here I am, here all alone and'll go back again.
Innocent Syko · Mon Jul 21, 2008 @ 11:21pm · 0 Comments |