I feel I've been stuck in the same place for a while now, nothing gets better and nothing gets worse.
I see my friends moving on, doing good things, making their lives
what happened to all of that desires? the love? and the achieving higher? I don't know, I just don't feel it anymore... or anything for that matter.
I was happier at my worst, don't you see that? don't you see my composed-self? because I do, I can see it now.
this was all my stand-point, what I have done has effected others, with only me to blame, brushing it off only to findy something else.
I don't know, I'm done, just forget it.
I suppose I'll just go back home.
At my worst
Where did those summer days go? The breeze, the joy, the hate? Where did you go?
I'm really sorry for all the trouble I've cause, I didn't mean it and I won't ever mean it.
and I'm sorry for the hurt you felt that night