just thoughs

it's the passing time what makes me uncertain.
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..
my time is running honey..
and maybe i'm getting some vices..
vices that would make you think less of me..
The sound inside of me, is making me dumb
numb, and empty as always.
i want a cigarrette to make my mind go away..
but i can't i don't want get a vice.
a cloud of fog numb my perception.
and what it's real ,what it's right?
just while it don't make any bad.
it's that what is right.
oh god...
i just hope i would find my way in this..
i just can't let my tears fall..
so i have to become colder.
that's the only way i know..
to can walk this life..
and i wanna cry but i can't
i shouldn't
and i won't.
sadly..
maybe for sure.. i will die alone.
and that sucks.