paper

im tired of being me
apathy, agony
oh, someone feel bad for me
its funny how everything gets greyer, gets colder
gets lonelier
i think one day i'll find my way
free of everything
out there somewhere in all that deep blue nothing
is a place for me
a  woman thats real, a life thats worth living
a job thats worth working, and not all about giving
someday i'll wake up and not feel like theres bricks on my chest
i dont know what else to say
because ive said it all before a billion times
the sun rises in every direction
i have no sense of direction
ive got a million ways to hide my heart
and i'll go through them all before you get ahold of me
i got it all down, somewhere, on paper
thats all ive really had in my life
pieces of paper