Lying on the ground in a sleepingbag, drowning in depressing music. Yes Im melodramatic but I bet you are too. I'm just waiting for the results...
I hate textbook answers,
and the looks on their faces.
oh how they have changed.
They just dont know how to fill the gaps in their spaces.
All i think of is staring at a brick wall;
graffiti my name into your heart and we'll be sad together
"i can be your umbrella" and soak up your tears.
acid. although i haven't got a plan b.
take off your stupid butterfly wings
we can't fly, dammit.
I used to be optimistic, but now it's hard to believe sometimes.
i just need a stage of self-belief.
and no, I do not need your commentary on my life.
we can't fight forever, you know?
I can't help trying though.
Im only trying to make everyone happy...