Emo Side Project A Way I'll Never Be
Winter's creeping up on me.
Either summer was shorter, or global warming.
I look around my room and all I see is an unmade bed,
misplaced records, and untied tennis shoes, a half burned
photograph of you.
Of course I couldn't see it through.
Is this what I’ve got to show for all my years on this
Earth?
Cause if so no wonder I question my worth.
I wonder if I’ll ever be truly happy.
I know only time can say but honesty it doesn't look that
way.
