same old tears, same old fears.

When giving up does not look like giving up at all...

(by me)

you slowly give in, more and more each day. a little bit more tired than yesterday, more miserable, more..less. but it's all in your mind, noone will hear or see anything of your gradual downfall. everything is normal, everything is moving, everything is anything. for you can't feel anymore. do you remember that feeling of not feeling? and you're not even drunk. and you don't even care.

oh well, goodnight world it's time to give up in my dreams.