It's like im made out of dust. And every second of every minute, of every hour, of every day, im fading away.

And time isn't fair anymore, but who can afford time? When we're remembering moments we didn't ever live.

My back aches from waking up at midnight, because sleep doesn't make sense anymore. I'm not resting, I'm just dreaming I walk away, watching faces

I swear I heard you sigh