The leaves have fallen ,the sky has turned grey
all that I have known is slowly fading away
The days are longer than before
and still I feel uncontent with myself
I walk the same path... day in and day out
same faces pass in the crowd
cold glimpses are all my eyes can see
The street signs pass, 4 more to go
then thats where I call home... not realy home
more like 4 walls, my hiding place
Its cold in there, no pictures on the walls
just boxes and a mattress with no sheets
A single jar on the counter is where I keep my savings...
10 dollars and 43 cents is what Im worth
If they could only see me now... but we keep our distance, its been almost 11 months since we last talked, Dad didn't seem too happy so it makes it easier on all of us this way
I miss the family sometimes,
but I have become my own family now
Christmas was especially weird without you guys...
I didn't even get a phone call
I thought about calling you, but then I came to my senses
Next week I start my treatment,
the doctor says Im in a stage three now...
Im not exactly sure what that means
I might lose my hair,
Im starting to get a little frightened
but Im learning to accept my sickness
I used to have nightmeres of not seeing tomorrow
but I have yet to have one in almost 4 weeks,
my counselor told me that if I reach the end of stage four then I will be losing time...
and losing the fight
Jared and I no longer are seeing eachother,
I don't now why it happend...
Everything used to be so great
I guess I must have missed something ...
Well it's time for me to grab my coat and walk down the street to the market,
then retreat back to my hiding place with a few grocery items for dinner... then sit at the empty table, and wait for everything to repeat itself...
So Im on the same path, same faces as before
and its just as cold as I remembered
The leaves are still on the ground I guess its going to be this way for a while...
all that I have known is slowly fading away
The days are longer than before
and still I feel uncontent with myself
I walk the same path... day in and day out
same faces pass in the crowd
cold glimpses are all my eyes can see
The street signs pass, 4 more to go
then thats where I call home... not realy home
more like 4 walls, my hiding place
Its cold in there, no pictures on the walls
just boxes and a mattress with no sheets
A single jar on the counter is where I keep my savings...
10 dollars and 43 cents is what Im worth
If they could only see me now... but we keep our distance, its been almost 11 months since we last talked, Dad didn't seem too happy so it makes it easier on all of us this way
I miss the family sometimes,
but I have become my own family now
Christmas was especially weird without you guys...
I didn't even get a phone call
I thought about calling you, but then I came to my senses
Next week I start my treatment,
the doctor says Im in a stage three now...
Im not exactly sure what that means
I might lose my hair,
Im starting to get a little frightened
but Im learning to accept my sickness
I used to have nightmeres of not seeing tomorrow
but I have yet to have one in almost 4 weeks,
my counselor told me that if I reach the end of stage four then I will be losing time...
and losing the fight
Jared and I no longer are seeing eachother,
I don't now why it happend...
Everything used to be so great
I guess I must have missed something ...
Well it's time for me to grab my coat and walk down the street to the market,
then retreat back to my hiding place with a few grocery items for dinner... then sit at the empty table, and wait for everything to repeat itself...
So Im on the same path, same faces as before
and its just as cold as I remembered
The leaves are still on the ground I guess its going to be this way for a while...
