Where do you wanna go?
What do you wanna do?
Who do you wanna be?
I don't know.
When you came I was this accomplished person (by the lowest standards probably).
I was confident, so sure of myself. Compared to some other people, that is.
And you kind of turned away. I was hanging. You left me in ruins.
I am not the same person I was. I know. But you changed first.
I'm not supposed to blame you. I'm not.
It's my way of assuring myself I didn't see it coming.
Should I have?
Do you think it would have been easier?
And now I drown in a cacophony of words.
Words run in strings and fragments in my head. Constantly.
I don't even know if they make sense.
They don't make sense.
They do, yes, but it's so hard to
They run so fast I can't process them
And what am I going to do with all those words?
They just come and go
I'm scared I could lose them if I don't put them down, write them somewhere..anywhere.
I need someone to talk to.
I can't go on like this, talking to myself.
Help me out here.
This. is not depression. This is a kind of manic state that lives in the mind.
Mine, for that matter.
It's driving me crazy.
And I don't even know if you would care.
You were there once.
You stole the words, but you gave me the music.
Now that the words are back
the music is gone with you.
I don't know how
but I'm kind of hoping this gets to you.
For whatever it's still worth.
