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whatever makes you happy do what the fuck you want I wish I was more than just the secrets you flaunt I feel a sense of belonging and that is my signal to go if I become expected to stay I'd then become lower than low my cigarettes are my vice keeping my tactful mind in check by filling my lungs with poison and clouding emotions I collect I turn away from you to be face to face with what I've always known which is a huge empty nothingness that's all I've ever been shown if I'm going to be scared, I'd rather be running leaving behind chicken shit cologne and if I'm going to be lonely I'd much rather be alone the serpents eyes are locked it's found it's prey it will not stand aside and watch it run away what was I thinking this is the furthest thing from me 'cuz when I'm not around you you whole heartedly pray that I could be why do you pull me into a place I don't belong how did my mind begin to think it's the place I need to be when did my feelings far surpass your insecurities what is this light that suddenly brightens the darkest parts of me just like an angel your touch makes me bleed this power overwhelms my heart but yet leaves me with a dying need I now wear a helmet to protect me from your words that fall from above they fall weightlessly, almost without meaning and they always run and hide when push comes to shove many nights your words keep me wide awake lying on my back, blankly staring to the sky analyzing the problem, over and over and under my skin I wander through amazement as my mind paints the reasons why I separate conclusions, it don't make sense I don't feel better, the problem is easy yet you find ways to make things more difficult I'm on over drive so much I'm becoming queasy you won't tell me to leave but you have no problem with keeping me here as if you're the only one to lose from your thoughts that are so unclear I'm such a creep how can I do this to myself doesn't matter if I need it or not I will always turn down the help yes I know tomorrow will be okay but tomorrow never comes I attract these situations that rest at the top of the hardest ones because your so fucking special I will forever feel just like I do but I wish I was special I wish that for once I could feel like you the line keeps getting closer and the day it arrives you better be ready 'cuz it'll change both our lives if the answer is yes, or the answer is no you're still gunna wonder if that's the way to go it makes no difference after it's said and done you'll probably feel angry, and even selfish some regardless, I will dig forever and the days that would follow once you get one filled up, you find three more that are hollow I should just stand up and be well upon my way benefits of tomorrow are well worth the discomforts of today I want to watch it crumble, I want to see it burn either way it always seems like I'm skipping my turn even though I'm troubled, with all the things I lack I'd never grant an action without planning the attack in these seeds lies the endless routine of mine one of broken promises and running out of time my battle cry is wearing thin, soon it will have no affect it will rest in emptiness for the dust to collect you consider the sources and yet nonetheless you end up hiding in darkness that's so meaningless it's all because, you're so fucking special you mark with a pen, when you should shadow with a pencil I hold all the thoughts, you only dream you could have and because of that I'm always being stabbed in the back I'm sticking with conclusions that I know won't fit which plays tricks on my mind but I don't give a shit I've been through the parts of hell you didn't even know existed like the drugs, unto my body I regretfully enlisted I'm a mis-guided soul trying to walk a very guided path but to be equal you have to add or subtract and I have never liked math why do I try to be accepted in a life that's already thrown me away yet at the same time expects me to be there day after day I don't belong here. I don't belong there yet somehow I end up everywhere Post a comment in response: |
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