Funny how I almost always let my head control me. I don't know what's suitable to describe my pathetic state now. I think I'll just call it 'sad'.
There's really no point in trying to hint it out when nobody'll notice. Nobody. Except a distant silhouette of a past memory.
Anticipation is what'll kill me one day.
Nothing's been going my way lately.
Pretty words laced with compliments yet spoken with a callous and indifferent tone.
An irony within itself, one that seeks to be unraveled yet remain clandestine.
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