I'm tired of writing for other people,
Gonna start writing for myself.
So many things that i could say,
Just let me be...
Finally find my voice and speak,
I could write a whole life story.
...So what if it hurts me?
I'm afraid to change more than,
I already have..
They tell me,
Everything will be okay,
Everything will be alright.
My days have been lost,
Into the late night skies.
Sitting on the windowsill,
Wishing it would all get so much better..
But just as it starts to,
Some evil creature rips it away,
And I'm left wanting to know,
Why? Is it so bad to have something good happen?
At times I'll be alright,
At times, I'll be so confused,
I'm just not sure what to do.
Can anyone help?
Or am I stuck sitting on this windowsill?
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