Empty
29. And sometimes I feel like a fucking failure.
I haven't achieved all that I've set out to do.
I lost many people along the way.
I can count my friends with only one hand. And I'm not proud of it.
I don't see my dreams up in lights.
I can't hear the applause I used to hear.
I fear I'm reaching my end.
I work for nothing more than what I've been programmed to earn.
I learn from empty books.
Standing up for what I believed in seems like a joke.
Holding my head up high is too much for one to take.
Remembering is all I seem to do these days.
I miss the people I used to know. Good or bad, I crave their company.
Everywhere I turn I hit a fucking wall.
29.
Each day I live on, I feel like a fucking failure.
I haven't achieved all that I've set out to do.
I lost many people along the way.
I can count my friends with only one hand. And I'm not proud of it.
I don't see my dreams up in lights.
I can't hear the applause I used to hear.
I fear I'm reaching my end.
I work for nothing more than what I've been programmed to earn.
I learn from empty books.
Standing up for what I believed in seems like a joke.
Holding my head up high is too much for one to take.
Remembering is all I seem to do these days.
I miss the people I used to know. Good or bad, I crave their company.
Everywhere I turn I hit a fucking wall.
29.
Each day I live on, I feel like a fucking failure.