Sitting in the room, cant breath, choked by the thoughts of you.
At times like this, when life gets me down, I think of you.
How ironic it is when all I wanna do is to let go of you.
The wind is blowing strong and so I'm still holding on.
Am I finding an excuse to move on?
Can i just close my eyes and dream.
To wake up to a new beginning.
To think that I'm still hanging on incase you still need me when you actually don't
It's like wishing for a rain to fall where I stand in a dry dessert.
So here I am, sitting in the room, closing my eyes, closing my mind.