at home, my heart doesn't soar anymore. A - " are you okay " .. no Me - " yea! ) ------------------- A - " are you happy here " no. Me - " yep! " ------------------- A - " no, somethings wrong " just speak up. Me - " no, im fine " ------------------- ILL NEVER BE OKAY. " find happiness somewhere else! " I CANT GO ANYWHERE ELSE. " find the happiness in little things! " THE LITTLE THINGS WILL BE TOOKEN AWAY. I CANT FEEL HAPPY ON HERE. MY LAPTOP TIME? 2 HOURS A DAY NOW. WHAT YOU'VE SEEN BEFORE, JUST A FREAKING PAPER PLATE MASK WITH A SMILEY FACE DRAWN ON IT. THIS IS THE REAL ME. A SAD PATHETIC PUDDLE OF A PERSON. I COULD FILL A BUCKET WITH MY TEARS. I WISH MY HEART WOULD SOAR LIKE BEFORE, BUT MY HEART? ITS BACK HOME. THE REAL HOME. BACK IN GRANITE. edit: lowkey relating to the song " happy face ".
will i ever feel okay? " ... " but will i ever feel okay? " ... " and nobody came.
