She walked everyday aimlessly along the freeway, no where to go, no place to be.
Just wandering along the streets like a lost soul.
Looking through her eyes, you could feel the sorrow and the pain, but her face had a smile as always; a desperate attempt to hide what wishes not to be hidden.
A lot of friends she has; friends that she willed to keep for a lifetime yet through circumstances she's drifted away from. Though she wishes to have them back, she foolishly fails to attempt doing so.
She's not using her head, it feels like she's just going wherever the wind takes her.
Her story might seem like a common occurrence, but "is it?", that's the thought that goes through her head.
Is she really that ordinary? Or is there a purpose of her being?
She's listening to her heart, but it's always shy of an answer or answers.
"Whats this bullshit of listening to her heart?" she rethinks. Everybody expects her to be a certain person yet she's the only one unsure of who she is anymore.
Just wandering along the streets like a lost soul.
Looking through her eyes, you could feel the sorrow and the pain, but her face had a smile as always; a desperate attempt to hide what wishes not to be hidden.
A lot of friends she has; friends that she willed to keep for a lifetime yet through circumstances she's drifted away from. Though she wishes to have them back, she foolishly fails to attempt doing so.
She's not using her head, it feels like she's just going wherever the wind takes her.
Her story might seem like a common occurrence, but "is it?", that's the thought that goes through her head.
Is she really that ordinary? Or is there a purpose of her being?
She's listening to her heart, but it's always shy of an answer or answers.
"Whats this bullshit of listening to her heart?" she rethinks. Everybody expects her to be a certain person yet she's the only one unsure of who she is anymore.
