Salada crackers..
Salada crackers, motel rooms..
Salada crackers, motel rooms and the first times and first experiences of NZ.
Memories... all but memories.
Emptiness.. Hollow feelings.
I feel like I have nothing to live for.
Don't even try to justify what I have to live for.
In all honesty, what have I done in this world?
What can I do..
Most importantly, what is it that I would like to do for this world?
It's not what I can do for this world. It's anything. I can do anything.
But, it's what I would like to do for this world.
I feel nothing. I feel nothing, no aspirations, no dreams. Frankly, I don't know what I can do for this world. I don't feel my worth.
This is something I have to think about myself I suppose. No cues from anyone else. No leads, no help.
This is me time.
So, no. Don't ask me what's wrong. I will come to you if I do feel like talking about it. I just don't know what's the point.
Salada crackers, motel rooms..
Salada crackers, motel rooms and the first times and first experiences of NZ.
Memories... all but memories.
Emptiness.. Hollow feelings.
I feel like I have nothing to live for.
Don't even try to justify what I have to live for.
In all honesty, what have I done in this world?
What can I do..
Most importantly, what is it that I would like to do for this world?
It's not what I can do for this world. It's anything. I can do anything.
But, it's what I would like to do for this world.
I feel nothing. I feel nothing, no aspirations, no dreams. Frankly, I don't know what I can do for this world. I don't feel my worth.
This is something I have to think about myself I suppose. No cues from anyone else. No leads, no help.
This is me time.
So, no. Don't ask me what's wrong. I will come to you if I do feel like talking about it. I just don't know what's the point.
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