did i waste these few years,
becoming who i didn't want to be?or did i enjoy my days,
just the way they were?where do i even go from here?
from this state of lonely satisfaction,
to something that i could only imagine
did i waste these few years,
becoming who i didn't want to be?or did i enjoy my days,
just the way they were?where do i even go from here?
from this state of lonely satisfaction,
to something that i could only imagine