Testo 94

I'm sick of this shit, contemplating. As the clock goes by I think it's left me behind, and those dark brown eyes are looking right past mine. Have you already forgotten? Have you already forgotten me? I never thought these years could be so short. It's like I woke up from a coma, I can't stop thinking about who I was before. But I guess I was nothing more than just a stepping stone. Spent one second here then headed home. And I look like a mess while you shine among the rest. I've tried to show you some compassion, but I'm caring less and less. And I can't blame you for hating what you've come to know. I left my heart off 94 atleast three summers ago. All of this keeps hitting me like a stack of bricks, and if it snows again this year I won't hold back the reminiscent thoughts that I see falling over head. If what I said ever made sense then maybe I wouldn't feel so dead.