Adrian
False sense of self, there is only you and no one else. Sometimes I think I've lived a thousand lives. I think about it all sometimes when I'm alone at night. Old soul I've seen everything twice. Oh to forget wouldn't that be nice. The boy you were the man you'll never become. If only you came home instead of giving yourself to everyone. Leaving pieces of you that I can't find. When did something so nice become half a life?














