My Days

I live my days

With the frustration, my lovely lonely lazy days.

Pretend I’m happy to a stranger, who knows nothing about me.

I fill the void with fake vocations, being a liar of my own.

I lie I’m happy to a stranger, not knowing that’s who I’ve become.

I feel disgusted with myself and almost everyone around.

My love anxiety dreams and faith will smolder slowly in the ground.

And if you ask me what's my plan - I don't know how, I don't know when,

I live my lovely days the way I can.