29 June 2012
Sometimes I wake up, Void, empty inside, My subconscious very absent, I feel the need to hide.
It's on these days I wish, I was somebody new, Somebody very different, And that I had a clue.
Self-hating days are plenty, Sitting on my own, Wondering how life would be, In a different tone.
Envious of those who know, Exactly who they are, Because I just don't think I'll get- Going this way - far.
Being Someone Else. • Opuss № I