The clock keeps on ticking. and you keep on asking, “what the hell is wrong?”. it’s a conversation inside your mind, confusion between this and that. wondering why you couldn’t make anything better with your -wasted- 24 hours. the confusion of not knowing what you really want, the so called damn urge confession, it’s that one thing you’re trying hard to deny. because the problem is inside your head, not your health.
“And where do you want to be? On top of the world
But you’re just a girl, who forgot what it’s like to dream”