Citizen
Fremont
Such minimal and worthless things I get myself intoI get myself in twoAnd paragraphs rest angry words onto a landscapeThat sinks me down to a level much lower than thatOf an angry kid with loaded words and too many silencesAnd I am looking back on these past few yearsI've led myself on to think I'm better than thisI can't be better than this. Say what you wanted to sayThe glory days have worn away Stranded, we aren't the hopelessStranded, we aren't the hopelessWe've got it figured out or so it may seemMaybe I just need some sleep
From Letras Mania