It's happening again. You're always tired from your mind going a million miles a minute. All that really appeals to you is covering yourself under covers and sleeping off all your relentless, pointless efforts in trying to make everything better. Maybe you know that you can change things around but you question yourself whether you want to or not.
Because being sad has some kind of comfort, you know?, because there's always that familiarity that no matter how long your sadness has been prolonged, it's known that when you revisit it, same thoughts, feelings, actions, emotions all take place.
Because being sad has some kind of comfort, you know?, because there's always that familiarity that no matter how long your sadness has been prolonged, it's known that when you revisit it, same thoughts, feelings, actions, emotions all take place.
Am I just some girl in between?
