Sunday, 13 April 2014

It's Never Over

     We all say we don't want to be alone. We wear the same clothes, everyday. We walk through the same streets, everyday. That's because we feel the same things. All we want is to end up somewhere nice. In a place that we can be happy. Neither of us can think straight, anymore.
     It's pretty hard. Everything's moving slowly. I'm tired of doing the same things every day. The same people. I'm tired of the people. And we look so dumb.
     It looks like we made it to the end. There's nothing else for me here.