so I think I'm done with this thing...its getting old and I never really have anything to talk about....
Sometimes I wish I could just look in the mirror and be proud of what I see, proud of what I turned out to be, proud to be just me...
her laughter- a cry for help her smile- a symbol of her insecurities her tears- the reality...
maybe she laughs to cover up the tears and her precious smile is just to hide her fears
if only reality would stop breaking my heart
I am trying to figure out the exact moment my life got so messed up...
Days like this I just don't know what to do with myself....
Sometimes I don't know where the bullshit ends & the truth begins...
Sick of people; no one's real Sick of life; it sucks Sick of trying; what's the point? Sick of talking; no one listens Sick of listening; it's all lies Sick of thinking; just end up confused Sick and tired; and no one cares...
Ever get the feeling the entire world is flying first class & you're stuck with a folding chair in the baggage compartment?
well have a nice life everyone..... |