Stubborn Lyrics & Chords By My Fictions

If I seemed easy to ignore, it's because I just stopped talking.
I left my thoughts to tend to themselves – it didn't feel like rotting.
But this silence – this quiet – it doesn't solve my problems.
It enables them – I've allowed myself to become complacent.
And now I can't seem to connect.
Have I lost you?
Or have I lost myself by beating myself down, bleeding weekly in strangers basements, in stranger places than I ever wanted to go?
Now it's cold again. I'm disappointed and tired and low.
I want the summer songs, I want to feel connected but I don't know how.
I give up again. I'm done trying to change.
I'll just retreat to my room and write these suicidal songs that you'll never read along to.
They'll never reach you.