To be honest I envy those with dreams and goals.
Even if their dreams is just to survive.
At least they have something to strive for.
But I don't, I don't know what I need or what I want.
I guess you could say that I'm empty inside.
I only feel alive when I'm lost in my fantasies.
Because in fantasies there's no pain only gains.
I guess I'm just waiting for death to come knocking, given that's inevitable.
And if deaths an entity they say it'll find me.
Not a gruesome death filled with blood and broken Bones.
Life's already a hell as it is.
I want to be taken unawares, after all that's the least You owe me.
