"Tell me what I'm supposed to do, With all these left over feelings of you; 'Cause I don't know
And tell me how I'm supposed to feel, When all these nightmares become real; 'Cause I don't know
And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you, And I don't know how we separate the lies here from the truth; And I don't know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew exactly what we're supposed to do" Roadside - Rise Against
Self Port
I hate my lack of artistic productivity at the moment. It's like I'm sat about waiting for something to just.... happen.