I feel death around the corner and I haven’t been happy enough. I feel death around the corner and I haven’t loved enough. I feel death around the corner and I haven’t lived enough. Death’s comin’ round the corner and enough will never be enough.
He is living on a diminishing hope that good things await him in the future. A hope that promises a sense of contentment even though the scars from the past might never fade away.
The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.
Self-love ultimately is knowing your limit on compromising and where you draw the line. People will tell you different things, making their own opinions sound like facts, but it is only you who can decide what your truth is.
