it must have been good, but i lost it somehow.
i die abit inside everyday
i wandered through fiction, to look for the truth
buried beneath all the lies.
and i stood at a distance, to feel who you are
hiding myself in your eyes.
at the end of the day, we’re all just people trying to get by.
i feel so empty inside, and yet no one will ever know or care.
“Everyone feels like everyone else, just not at the same time.”
