I'm told stories of my glory days
but I can't find the truth,
'cause it's all a haze
it's all haze
I'm told stories of my glory days
are these gaslights,
or the realest thing?
I don't trust anyone
I had a mind that was so, so incredible
and even now, I worry I'll never get it back
even though I'm getting it back slowly each day now.
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
