The kid that you knew is now falling apart and used to puking in the bathroom so hard you can hear a heart. Atter nervous expeditions in my piss poor condition I am finding out that changes aren't always just a new start. But I'm still old enough to know that I'm not too young to not care one day I will have to buy "men's" clothes and probably cut my hair. Then I will count my days in cigarettes in lost hopes and main regrets and think of how nice it would be if I didn't have to care, like I do anyway. Same shit a different day. It's dire, I'm tired and my purpose itself has expired. You think that I'm wonderful and I think that you're wrong. Every stranger underneath my skin was ugly all along. As a drifter finding different places they don't belong I won't pretend to find for you for I've never felt strong. You think that I'm terrible and I think that you're right. If I go outside I'll fall apart as the sun it shines too bright. Now my fortress of safe solitude collapsed from its own height. So while you're sleeping calmly I'll be sitting upright singing "I''ll spend my whole life alone and never find myself home. Succumb to all which that I'm prone and pretend that I've always known." Because I have nightmares everynight, a constant state of fight or flight. I live to be this sorry sight and wake myself up just to spite.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
