Its hard to talk
to anyone when
they wont listen
to what i have to
say
Its a confusing
time of life
and im coloring
outside of the
lines in this
"book"
"i'll find someone new"
its just a matter
of time before i
stop and quit everything
im holding onto
The notes are old
and fading with time
and im letting go
of the past and the
present holding
onto the future