Look, something.
"And now it's been too long,
I knew something's wrong with you.
I can feel the pain that's in your eyes.
and everytime I wake, I always see your face.
I know it's just a dream, but I've gotta try.
Now I feel too small, but if I reach I'll get to you,
believe, I'm right here with you."
-The Marked Men
There's something about listening to The Marked Men on repeat that makes me feel so not alone.
Maybe I'm crazy for liking punk rock, if that's the case, I'd rather be crazy than anything else.
