I’m sending words up to the sky,
Hoping and wishing something will come my way,
That maybe just maybe will change the fate of my day.
Joy always seems to be a waste,
Since it always fades afore the night falls,
Almost like it was never there at all.
Poison seeping into my soul,
Searching for a spark that isn’t there.
I’m trying so hard to care.
Passion is foreign.
I’m feeling like I’m wasting t...