I awake again, and nothing has changed
Same old scenario, same old game
my dreams: I wish I had stayed lost in them
So sick of my face each day
in the mirror, glass is dirty
reflection not much better.
far too young to have a meltdown,
too old to throw a tantrum,
so what is there to do but lay here alone
with a tear
falling from each eye.
nothing has changed since last time.