slowly day by day, i become someone I'm not. though i try not to change, somehow my life just does. even if i don't seem to look like it, my heart's not really made of stone. i get easily hurt by the things that pass by and even though i don't need to get hurt i still do. my life frustrates me, my heart deserts me, I'm left, a wanderer that comes with the wind. a nobody that leaves no mark or foot print and leaves with the wind. my heart hurts, my head aches, my soul is withering away. how could i have done something so wrong as to put my friend's trusts on the line.
