Lost really extends itself out and spreads around the room. Found myself comforted by the lies I tell almost everyday. The fragments of memory causing the lump in the back of my throat has been suppressed by telling lies in almost every way.
I wanna go back to my youth. I wanna be taken back there, and live life and laugh more freely. I wanna go back to my youth. I wanna be taken back there, and if I can live more simply.
