is this ever going to be enough? |
liar.I've made mistakes, I've played this role. I've told myself, I have a soul.liar.
That I'm a friend, That I have a part. I've told myself, I have a heart.
I've told some lies, I've said I'm right. I've told myself, I need to fight.
But you don't care, And I don't feel. I've told myself, This isn't real.
four hundred and seventy.It's been three hundred and sixty five days since I've seen them, since I've seen the people who mean the most. The people who encourage my heart to beat, the people who share my blood.four hundred and seventy.
It's been three hundred and sixty five days since I've felt the sun, since I've felt the sand, the rain, and the breeze. Since I tasted the salt water tickle my tongue, since I felt the creatures dance at my feet.
It's been three hundred and sixty five days since I've been happy, since I've felt any sort of sanity, or joy. I am alone here, surrounded by caring words, but I don't ne
lsd for the bourgeoisieI am twisting in this atmosphere, you are dancing in my ear. Whispering silence full of commands, you're molding me like a castle in the sand.lsd for the bourgeoisie
Listen to the ocean in this small shell, listen to the screams of the girl in this well. Watch out, we can drown in anything, from white lies to the lyrics you sing.
This is a place where you cannot hide, a place where there is no inside. Where pretty girls will call your name, and lead you to a room of pain.
Do this, shoot that, touch this, smoke that. at this point there is no combat. Sink deeper,
these lies glisten.What you don't know can't hurt you, So you push it all away. Pretend it never happened, Erase the whole damned day.these lies glisten.
Smiles never hurt anyone, Except when they're from you. You show your teeth with such pride, But I can see right through.
You're always looking on the brightside, When it's the middle of the night. "We'll sort things out, again." Where do you get this light?
You're killing yourself, Fucking up your life. Where do you get off, Telling me you're right.
You're doing magic tricks, Wrapping her tighter wit
is this ever going to be enough? |
I'm whoever you want me to be. I like writing, I like to think I'm GOOD at writing. Now, go play in traffic or something. :] |
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fingerprinted waiting for the train.
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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson
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Hello, my name is Don Tacos!
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