I miss my old old friends
Even though at those moments, I didnt appreciate much
But the fact that I never see one person that I cared so much about anymore
Breaks me into bits making me say to myself
What if I saved him
... But he could only save himself
But the others, where did they go too?
People take me the wrong way, but I know that is my fault
I think I am someone that I'm not, but I don't think I'm someone that I am.
So who am I?
I used to have that stabalized group of friends that reminded me of who I was
And who I was proud to be.
There was never that bottomless feeling of nothing
But now they've dispersed and, I dont even know how I will continue
And it frightens me knowing that it may stay this way
But every inch of hope in me hopes it won't.
Every day is a constant reminder of why I wish i could sleep in through the day
Because at least dreaming can put a smile on my face