Stop & Stare. I think I'm moving but I go nowhere, yeah I know that everyone gets scared, but I've become what I can't be, Stop & stare, you start to wonder why you're here not there & you'd give anything to get what's fair, but fair ain't what you really need. Oh, can you see what I see?
Verse of my life. Literally.
I have a messy life which constantly gets me inspired to write whatever pops into my head. The more I know, the more I know I don't know anything. Currently wanting to runaway on a new adventure, stuck in a routine, same people, same days, same everything. I'm leaving on a jet plane. I have an easy way of giving explicit advice which often I forget to take. & I excel at not giving a shit about people I deliberately make my past.
