Going Through The Motions
Cigarettes don't give me the same thrill like they use too, Still I light then up just to watch them burn. Coffee is bitter when it crosses my tongue, Lacks the ability to putin focus each blurry day that passes by. Each day is just a repeat of the one before, I numbly act out my duties without much thought of what I'm doing. Just wishing I could feel anythingg but pain, Anything that would make this life seem more beautiful, I'm just going through the motions, Pretending to live my life on the... Sign in to see full entry.