How I felt at a certain point, at 22, id been through a lot and wasn’t sure if I had made the right choices to go forward.
Im cheerfully sad
the mess ive left myself in
a lower leveled kill
through dark til dawn
im lacking my will
Do me a favor and kill me quick
i darent move closer
knowing you could tear me apart
at any given point
at the high roughed start
The sooner it happens you will win
the longer it goes i slowly die within
im thinking straight but there are alot of bends
move i say but im constantly on hold
im delerious to others
im no threat to be sold.
eat up the dead with a knife
then call up your friends to brag
it isnt easy but its the rush you get
wishing upon people who arent even there.
Do i really need to rhyme?
no i dont, so i wont be doing it all the time!
I paid way to much attention to the heavens
when really who is to say they are there?
its a myth a story gone wrong
or one told incredibly well.
Kick start this car, this ambush in the dark
fishing for all kinds of answers
melting with a wind of dancers
im dieing within
i just dont tell, i dont say a word
i keep well kept, i do.
There are no messages to read
so do you care enough to be mine
are you really gonna be there all the time?
I admit im a little depressed
listening to soco amaretto lime.
Jump off a cliff
Infront of a train
slit the wrists
im not insane. by the way, who are you really?
I want to run and meet you in another world
one with a druid waiting
a living healer
one who might stop me feeling an inside low
I keep smiling though
its what i have to do
keep my head up
ignore whats going on
my worlds just gone terribly wrong.
Im supposed to be happy
ive hit a lot of luck
but not really
im just hit in the face
im stuck.
My heads in my hands
looking for something to help
i cant talk
i cant yell
I cant go back, if i could i’d do it lightening fast
think about it
a necromancer could be the job for me
a ghost with a full set of teeth
yet i stick with my controller for my ps3
Im a fake when it comes to the truth
i hide all facts well under this roof
i pretend that i really care
your staring at me
but im not really there.
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