Sleep Cycle
Feeling special is interesting…
Feelings are interesting
It’s all in your head
Nothing is real
You’re not special
Remember that
Get it through that thick skull
You’re not special
You’re just a number
The next girl, the seventh girl…
Never the last girl
Never the only one
It’s nice to dream
It’s fun to play pretend, but when does it end?
When do you wake up?
When you’re broken and your fingers can’t move fast enough to write these words?
You’re alone
And you’re not special
Stop pretending
Stop hoping
Just stop, end the pain
You’re hurting yourself more than anyone else ever could
Hope is meaningless, searching is desperate
Get over it
Embrace the loneliness
The darkness is your only companion
You don’t need him, or her, or whoever you chose to love this week
The silence of the night is the only constancy
The fun ends, you wake up, you start again, you fall back asleep
And on and on and on
Feelings are interesting
It’s all in your head
Nothing is real
You’re not special
Remember that
Get it through that thick skull
You’re not special
You’re just a number
The next girl, the seventh girl…
Never the last girl
Never the only one
It’s nice to dream
It’s fun to play pretend, but when does it end?
When do you wake up?
When you’re broken and your fingers can’t move fast enough to write these words?
You’re alone
And you’re not special
Stop pretending
Stop hoping
Just stop, end the pain
You’re hurting yourself more than anyone else ever could
Hope is meaningless, searching is desperate
Get over it
Embrace the loneliness
The darkness is your only companion
You don’t need him, or her, or whoever you chose to love this week
The silence of the night is the only constancy
The fun ends, you wake up, you start again, you fall back asleep
And on and on and on