Drowning with no purpose.
Reach for the surface
Let your sorrows drag you towards failure.
Embrace my hell, the fickle reality.
...
My slate of dreams.
The question of adolescence.
What do you want when you grow up?
What do you desire?
...
Drought
Drowning with no purpose.
Reach for the surface
Let your sorrows drag you towards failure.
Embrace my hell, the fickle reality.
Seeming to shatter at the faint glimmer of hope.
Desolate...
Alone..
Days like this...
I just wish i could go home.