all my life.

i'm tired of being overlooked.
wake up, they're all the same.
no one's there.
guys can be such jerk asses,
who leave you feeling in a feeling that you cant' put a name to,
all you know is that its not good.

sad to say,
i've not an autonomy to change nothing,
or control how the stupid thing called life or fate plays out,
or rather plays me out.

the pieces all don't fit anymore,
and honestly, i don't really care anymore.
throw the worst at me.
i'm already defeated.

and tomorrow i'm gonna pretend that i've picked myself up again.
because it all goes on right?
for what's ever left steph,
hang in there.

and that song played on the radio,
all i thought of was you.
a gazillion miles and galaxies away.
tell me if it was ever meant to be.

somehow i dont want any other.
but its for met to know and feel.