I did it again, it is a cycle of regret.
I pick up the bottle because i want to forget.
The chills down my spine because i am standing outside.
I needed some air but instead i have wine.
It warms me up inside and out.
Is this what living is really about.
I fear that i might go to far tonight.
I can't breathe because my dress is too tight.
I put this on, telling myself it was for me.
It's obvious that i was hoping you would see.
But no you don't, your eyes stay over there.
Why was i expecting a guy like you to care.
Then i turn to this, my only friend.
When my parents said have a good night, this is not what they meant.
Here i am, in this cycle again.
I wish i could stop, but i know i can't
YOU ARE READING
masquerade
Randomwe keep dancing because the music tells us to. I am singing to block out the voices in my head. we wear masks so no one can see that we would rather be at home. no party like the masquerade.
