Months pass by
And I forget about this place
A place to write
Share my thoughts
But everything in this book
Feels permanent
I'm so tired of permanent ink
Honesty is tough sometimes
I bury it
Honesty is tough sometimes
So I bury it
Sitting out here
Makes me feel alive
Sitting out here
Makes me feel alive
I'm going mad today
Driving myself crazy
In thought
I loose it all
With my inner talk
Sleep late
Eat, exercise
What about my mind?
What about my mind?