I haven't sang
I haven't danced
I haven't written one word that means something to me
I haven't receieved calls from old friends
I haven't gone anywhere outside of granada hills
I haven't even cleaned my room, not that it's that dirty.
I haven't spoke out or stuck up for myself. My tummy hurts and I always feel like I wanna cry. I haven't achieved any dreams, but I can always make another nightmare and another tear. I'll never know why I messed up. I wish I had someone to help me out someone who could've told me I really wasn't doing the right thing. I wish that someone had at least a little control over me.
But wishes never do come true do they?
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