I am sick of temporary
Why do people like to waste time?
Make you feel like you’re their friend
And the next day make your memories burried
Some of us are fragile
Trying to make it through the day with a smile
Everyone faces their inner demons as they say
But is it really nothing for you to leave after a few days?
Talking to some people
Makes a difference in our petty life
For them it might mean nothing
But to us its always something
So you sleep and cry alone
Another pain makes you colder
And people around you wondering
Why you’re always recovering