Hopes and dreams are magic.
Mystical to these eyes but I’ve had it.
Staying in this habit gets me nowhere.
Unless I’m alone in my room, it gets me somewhere.
Swallowing myself down this hole.
The emptiness that I’ve grown into.
What a mess, how do i wake and get dressed?
For i can’t keep lying to myself.
Not gonna get sad for being myself.
Gonna be brave.
For all i have is just my...