I sometimes wonder. How long it will take before I break. I sometimes wonder. Has anyone noticed how close I've come. I sometimes wonder. How many people would come out of grief and how many would come to see if I'm really dead. I'm already dead. I feel nothing anymore. I open my eyes in the morning and shut them hoping I can fall back to sleep. Maybe next time I won't wake up. I sometimes wonder. How it would affect people. I sometimes wonder. If people know why I push them away. I sometimes wonder. How many people think they know me in and out I wish I'd been dead this morning. Everything is a hassle. I sometimes wonder. If I'll ever get out of here. I sometimes wonder. If I'm in vain everytime I dream. |