How do you get out of bed in the morning?
How do you wake to carry the dead?
Yeah I sing for pleasure
I sing for pain
I'm still half way to nowhere
They tell me good things come to those who wait
Despite the process alone, that comes from fame
Yeah I've sung for pleasure
I've sung for pain
I'm still nothing today
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
