Call me pretty, call me worthless, call me anything you want. Because in the end I want to be something.
I don't know what to feel at the moment, as my feelings are scattered puzzle pieces. Only so much emotion I can take at the moment until I burst. I feel anger for past memories, but vacant. I feel sad for current events but confused.
Am I something to or nothing?
I don't know what to feel at the moment, as my feelings are scattered puzzle pieces. Only so much emotion I can take at the moment until I burst. I feel anger for past memories, but vacant. I feel sad for current events but confused.
Am I something to or nothing?