Bookstore

I don't know why I came
I should have waited one more day
Sometimes it's nice to fantasize
What dying feels like without pain

I don't know what to do
In this bookstore in the rain
I try to pretend I'm fine
But my life is up in flames

I know I'm not to blame
But it hurts me just the same
As my unforgiven thoughts
And my never-ending pain

So I'll pick up this book
To distract me from myself
But I don't want to be seen
So I'll leave it on the shelf

I'll try to write something
To spend my time on something good
But I have no inspiration
So I'll leave behind these books

I know I'm not to blame
But it hurts me just the same
As my unforgiven thoughts
And my never-ending pain



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Writer(s): Queer Punk
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