Living life with a sense of frustration.
Dreams forgotten,
stuck in a stagnant station.
Longing for more,
but feeling lost and resigned.
Words escape me,
leaving all my thoughts confined.
Time slips away,
like sand through my hand.
Frustration grows,
as dreams silently disband.
Heart whispers softly,
barely making a sound.
Desires suppressed.
These are only lost and bound.
So much to hold.
So much to care.
So much to say.
But every time there's not much to talk.
Trapped in a routine,
my life feels smothering.
All these pointless words and soulless smilings.
Waiting for the end,
but I know the end will end me.
Thousands of thoughts haunt me.
So I just close my eyes.
Time slips away,
like sand through my hand.
Frustration grows,
as dreams silently disband.
Heart whispers softly,
barely making a sound.
Desires suppressed.
These are only lost and bound.
So much to hold.
So much to care.
So much to say.
But every time there's not much to talk.
So much to hold.
So much to care.
So much to say.
But every time there's not much to talk.
So much to hold.
So much to care.
So much to say.
But every time there's not much to talk.
So much to hold.
So much to care.
So much to say.
But every time there's not much to talk.
So much to hold.
So much to care.
So much to say.
But every time there's not much to talk.
So much to hold.
So much to care.
So much to say.
But every time there's not much to talk.