The bags under my eyes are rings saying that I have aged
Two years have passed since I said that I don’t want to change
But now it’s for the sake of my sleep, when early days and late nights collide
I don’t know what I think when they fade together, if i’m asleep of awake.
My eyes seeing sepia; glazed over
My mind is so clouded. I’m so unlucky; one leaf clover.
I’ve felt the days pass taking years off of my life
Stress induced headache, wishing I was back in the little house like,
Things used to be, longing for the past, stagnated by apathy.
Hoping for this time here to get better, cause I’m not sure how much more I can survive
With
My eyes seeing sepia; glazed over
My mind is so clouded. I’m so unlucky; one leaf clover.
I’m looking for a sense of direction; a sense of meaning
I don’t know what else you want from me.
I don’t know what I want, and I don’t know how I feel.
Seasons lead to change, leaves fall, maybe this one will lead to me feeling okay.
While we struggle for meaning.
I am a standing tree, in a storm hear me crashing.
As strong as I am weak; I am an oak, I am spoiled rotten.
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Winter weather; a depressant. Is making everything run together.
And I’m just waiting for the spring, but rain is all it brings.
And when summer finally hits, Avon is the only thing that clicks.
Romanticized, never quite right, I’ll blame these feelings on the season’s change.
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