We sold our souls and we lost control With more doubt than hope Glass half empty Discontented from growing old Through all the failed attempts at trying to belong I over think the obvious when I’m alone
When the lights go up I don’t think I told you I don’t think I told you That I feel out of place Pull me underground Don’t know if you notice Sometimes I close my eyes And dream of somewhere else Anywhere away from here
Hair- TRUTH- Meadow
Dress- Ecru Couture - Lisa @ TLC
