Red Letter Day 20
I'm sick of this lifestyle.
Cracks will soon be showing.
My time's been spent.
I must relent and move on.
Time will show,
I know what I know.
It meant something but that was years ago.
Happy birthday, no one cares.
As long as I'm still breathing,
No one notices. Inside,
I'm breaking, I'm falling,
My dreams are colliding with reality.
Things won't be the way they were.
