My biggest flaw is that I think I can fit everything inside my head,
Memories, present pain, future uncertainty
Hopeless desires and big dreams
living between “what ifs” and “what could have been”
I'm still attached to every loss I have seen
The feeling of a childhood home and old songs
revolves inside
I have traveled a million miles inside this head
I'm tired now,
Can I rest my cluttered thoughts on my shoulder for a bit?
