I dont like the month of November. . . Bad things tend to happen, to me and the people
around me. . Hopefully next month would be better.
Sitting on the sofa, with a lot to think Dirty plates and cups litter the kithen sink Laying around with lots in my head Deserve to be alive? Or am i better off dead?
Things not happening like what I wanted Maybe i have been taking things for granted Is it ignorance? Some might say arrogance Am i so blind that i just cant see, That everything is staring right in front of me? People that i cherish, people that i care for I cant just let them walk out the door
Maybe i have been selfish Or sometimes childish to forget all the things that we have done
Maybe i am thinking the wrong way And start listening to what others have to say Cause i'm not the only one with a bad day
Have i been looking at the wrong places? All i see is just blank faces Sitting on the sofa, with nothing to do Maybe Ash is right, "Someone will find you"