I want to dance, but there’s nothing to dance for.
I want to sing, but there’s no place to do it.
I want to meet someone, but I’m alone.
I want to speak to someone, but I stay alone in my head, in my room, in the dark
The clock strikes one,
And I sit up.
My hands hurt, my foot hurts, my head aches, my back aches.
I look around,
No one calling on the phone,
Another Saturday where I will be invisible
And alone.
I want it to rain.
It won’t rain.
It doesn’t matter what I want,
Nothing ever comes of it.
Trying leads to failure and heartache.
With that thought I go back to sleep.
I know today won’t be good for something
And I know tomorrow won’t be either.
I’m wasting my life, but there’s no alternative,
And I don’t have anymore fight left in me.
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