Tired eyes, tired body, tired mind, tired everything. Now I want to go back to sleep. My handphone is somewhere on the bed and I can't find it. Perfecto.
I should stop sleeping late but I just fear not being able to sleep and ending up with thoughts plentiful.
The miles just keep rollin' As the people leave their way to say hello I've heard this life is overrated But I hope that it gets better as we go.
I see others and myself distance. I only hear goodbyes. My life's seems like an extract from the movies(the bad and unhappy side). And I wish it'd get better someday. Someday... but when?
When that day comes, will I still be able to recognize myself or those around?