I find myself consumed by a single question: where have all the good things gone? The things that once lifted me up when I needed it most. I am haunted by this inquiry, and I can't help but wonder if I am the only one who feels this way.
I am plagued by a deep sense of loneliness, as if I don't fit in my own skin. I am afraid of the day, so I don't want to talk. I waste away, and I want everything to stop when it all becomes too real. I think back to when I would turn to substances to escape, and I can't help but wonder why they don't have the same effect on me anymore.
I feel lost and I don't trust myself. I question if I will ever be significant to someone if I don't believe in myself. When I look at everything I've done, I want to know when I started overthinking. I want to believe in something, but I'm not sure what that is.
I pull away from everyone, and I want to know if this is forever. Am I just defective, or can I get better if I let it go? If a heart gets broken in half, will I ever get it back? I want to know where all the good things went, the things that used to get me high when I needed them the most.
I feel flawed from the fabric, stained by the things that have happened. I've spent so much time lost in the tragic that I've mastered the pain. I worry that I've lost out on passion and am sick of the same old thing. I ask, "yeah, me too. I don't want to take drugs, but I feel like I used to. I never knew this was all it would take to be pushed out of the way."
Am I the only one lost? Am I the only one left? Can someone tell me if there's a remedy left? I need to know where all the good things went, the things that used to get me high when I needed them the most. I want to know if the good things are hiding from me like I'm lost in the dark.
Everyone around me just lies, but I need to know where all the good things went. I want to know why the bad things are left out for me to hold. I need to know if the good things have hidden from me like I'm lost in the dark, and all I can see is everyone lying to me.
Where did all the good things go? The things that used to get me high when I needed them the most. I want to know if I'll ever be more than this broken piece, or if it's just me. I want to know where all the good things went, the things that used to get me high when I needed them the most. I want to know if the good things are hiding from me like I'm lost in the dark. I need to know where all the good things went.