3 minutes and 50 something seconds…
youre my friend who can’t word the pain,
youre the skin that doesnt feel the rain,
youre the one who elevates the room,
youre sound lifts the bad out of their bodies,
you’re the fixation their eyes are on.
youre my friend who can’t word the pain,
youre the skin that doesnt feel the rain,
youre the one who elevates the room,
youre sound lifts the bad out of their bodies,
you’re the fixation their eyes are on.
sting in the brain, vomit bees
redecorate your brain and paint in the pain
and you could be afflicted by the world on your back,
much more than just a rainy day indoors,
you’re fears are lonelier than you,
your tears trickle cold but never pour,
you won’t find cover from the dark,
but dont you worry
i’m still right here, my dear
you walked in like a shadow on the sun
alterations cost so you buy the perfect fit,
only to look a little closer,
to find its far from being in perfect nick.
sad people dont do eye contact
sunglasses aint just for the blind
not in winter anyway
hahaha
now to stop playing word trivia
worked so hard to get to something i dont want,a future i have no interest in, im supposedly young but i feel too old to learn anything new, i’m irritated by the fact people cant see how boring i am or wont admit it, its better to stop the car than drive over the bumps merrily until you hit a pothole then a tree, then thats the end of that, they leave the car for survival and the car burns down in the spot and leaves a little scratch on the pavement which in years to come will be reconstructed and changed, tarmacked and noone will know that under the tarmack there was a scratch of a car that was left after the owner refused to stop and leave it.
genuinely embarassed and boring, i worked so hard to get to something knowing its not what i want, its not what id like to be known for and the scary thing is i could die tomorrow and be defined by that, not even having people i love know i hated doing it so theyll just think its what i wanted to do and that i wanted to be square and go along with things like this when i dont, i dont want this at all, i just want to do things i enjoy.
everyone has hobbies and mine is almost this, sitting round hating the fact every hobby or something i partake in has to stop in order for me to carry on doing something i hate when i dont even want that much money, i want to be strong and do things i enjoy, to be healthy
“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”
MY GOD.
No disrespect, RIP…you know, the lot…
But what a fucking load of bullshit, bad excuse for bad behaviour, re-written for what it means to teenagers today;
“I’m going to shag your best mate and always eat your food cause your bus takes too long to get here and when it does i’m hungry from all the sex ive been having with your friend, but you cant have a go at me for it because i think i’m fat…and tell everyone how fat i think i am.
I will tell you’re mum you smoke bud by accident over tea and then proceed to get drunk before i come see her every single time, only at which i will decide to striptease on the bonnet of her car after the lovely tea she cooks, i’m also likely to kiss everyone in sight on a night out, i will bitch about all my friends/everything to you then bitch about you to them.
But, if you can’t handle me being a crazy fuck and ruining your life for whatever period of time i’m in it, then we’re just not having sex.”
I’m so nervous for the anniversary of moon and the chance I’ve got, jesus christ…
writing on this so i can look back and decide whether this is a smart plan or not, so absolutely nervey excited oh gosh what do i do arh!