i don't think that i want to be loved, i just want to love myself and stop pretending my life is just a dream and someday i'll wake up from all of this. i'm finding out what we all find out, all the good's gone by so fast, every day's getting longer now, pulls the thread until i don't exist. i thought i'd make it to the bright side of somewhere i'd stand and look back at everything. i'll never make it, i'll never get there. i'll never make it crawling on broken legs, waiting for the ending. i just want to feel the sunlight, feel like there's something more to see, a reason to wake up because i've grown to love so many things, i just hate being me.