This winding road is slowly coming to an endas I open my eyes, and realize my life is pretendEveryone and everything is fake to the point ofbeing unab..
Laying awake late at nightThinking what to say that would be rightNothing else is in sightEverything is empty and coldI just wanted to be the one you ..
This poem was written due to the fact I am unable to open up to people. So, I thought I'd put some of my past up so as to open up generally and get a ..