My ceiling has a pattern in it
Or so it seems to me
Like fury of a teddy bear
Or a tune in a melody
Sleepless nights sure do make you think
Of how the world changes so
Of the places I long to see
And the people I’d love to know
I look around me at the things I have
The mess to me seems almost symbolic
Maybe its shows the state of my head
Of how I’d love to be careless which seems ironic
I miss people
The people who can no longer be around
Life is never quite the same
It feels like I’m lost and waiting to be found
I wish I knew who I could really trust
Everyone’s lied to me for so long
Laughing at my jokes
And never telling me when I’m wrong
I wish I didn’t feel like a fool all the time
When people call me selfish and rude
And say how I’ve changed
Or how I never shake off my terrible mood
I think way too much
I care what people say
I worry how I might not get where I want
Or that I’ll never get laid!
So when people ask me
Is there something on my mind?
I laugh to myself
And say ‘Now, how would that be defined?!’
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