sometimes i sit in the dark and replay the night i had to turn my back on a friend who needed me but i was too scared to step up, now the weight of their silence hangs over me like a cloud i can't shake off.
so yesterday i tried to remember this old school rhyme about counting but i ended up shouting random numbers during a meeting and everyone just stared at me like i was a crazy person. now im that weirdo who threw off the whole thing over a nursery rhyme, great.
checked my bank account after forgetting to cancel that subscription and saw it took out the last of my money, now all i can think about is how i wanted to buy that book that i saw online but now it feels like a distant dream and why do things cost so much anyway, like is it too much to ask for just a little financial peace.
checked my bank account after forgetting to cancel that subscription and saw it took out the last of my money, now all i can think about is how i wanted to buy that book that i saw online but now it feels like a distant dream and why do things cost so much anyway, like is it too much to ask for just a little financial peace.
basically, i feel like i lost the chance to be a real artist because all i do is hide behind the eyes of a million judgmental family members, कोई समझتا نہیں how hard it is to pretend.