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childhood, was i happy then? i don't remember it all that well. i would've ended it by now if it wasn't for the cinema. and i know it's getting late. the food is aging in my plate. feels like i've passed my expiring date. like a lonely vegetable waiting in my cubicle. i'll never amount to anything, so what have i left to give? what is there left to say when at the closing of the day feels like the world has passed away dull, blank, and lusterless. clumsy, unadorned, and colorless. i never liked me anyhow. i wasn't made for any time. still i wanted you to know yeah, i wanted you to know moonlight came upon my worthless shadow. From Letras Mania