Jan 1, 2017
All Along. . .
When the days, change, so does my attitude I’m messy at home, I eat a lot of junk food When the nights change, so do my nightmares too I dream reality, is my dream All along, all along, I guess I’m meant to be alone All along, all along, I guess I’m meant to be alone, out there on my own, yea When the weeks change, the rumors change too I’m addicted to highs, would you like to know why? When the months change, so do my love point of views I don’t want what i need, what i need hates me… What i need hates me
