What do I feel?
So many nights I have cried
So many days I have died slowly inside
In my not so comfortable zone
Spinning up and down, round and round to nowhere
Masking your sadness is the saddest thing
Neuroticism as a form of neurosis
Because it makes your life like bloody hell
I wish I could be happy again
Happy again sometimes I wonder if I ever was
Do I even know what it feels like?
Do I know what love is, what do I feel?
Do you feel loved tonight?
Why don’t I feel loved, do you love me?
Question is do I love myself?
Let me think about that for a second
Well maybe not, or just not enough
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