Do as I say, not as I do.
Don't decide who I'm, Don't decide who I'm not.
A invisible loner outcast with boiling rage.... I confess, I'm a mess.
Paradox Personified.
The strength to change what I can, the inability to accept what I can't, and the incapacity to tell the difference.
Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. Does anyone?
There are 3 riles of life, 1.there always us a victim, 2.don't be it.... 3.I forgot.
I what what I want when I want it.
I layed down a caterpillar, and woke up a butterfly.
By the sweat of our brow and the strength of our backs and the courage in our hearts...!
Can't let my feeling cloud my Judgement....
I've never had much use for the concept of Hell, but if Hell exists, I'm in it.
Gone is that thing called smile on my face, ever since I met you my lifes like a race.
The pleasure of the first is diminished by the anticipation of the second and by the end of the third, I usually feel sick.
Emptiness wasn't always a problem, I used to cherish it at times. But now I need to find something over it.
I'm getting used to be treated this way. The mocking, the insults, the humiliation are all part of the festering ugliness of this phase of the life.
How many times do I need to get hurt for it to know it's time to let it go?
There was no we, it was only me. And ME was devastated.
This is what it must feel like to walk in full sunlight, my darkness revealed, my shadow self embraced.
I don't get birthdays, no party, no song, no celebration another being alive.... feels forced.
I cant think as slow as you, even if I tried.
If I had a heart, it might be breaking right now.
My very existence embarrasses me.
Can't even credit myself as a failure... gosh I'm even worse than that.
An misunderstanding of epic Proportions.
The lonely walk to no where doesn't mean I'm strong, doesn't mean I'm sad, doesn't say what I have ot what I need, it just says.. I'm Alone.
Don't decide who I'm, Don't decide who I'm not.
A invisible loner outcast with boiling rage.... I confess, I'm a mess.
Paradox Personified.
The strength to change what I can, the inability to accept what I can't, and the incapacity to tell the difference.
Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. Does anyone?
There are 3 riles of life, 1.there always us a victim, 2.don't be it.... 3.I forgot.
I what what I want when I want it.
I layed down a caterpillar, and woke up a butterfly.
By the sweat of our brow and the strength of our backs and the courage in our hearts...!
Can't let my feeling cloud my Judgement....
I've never had much use for the concept of Hell, but if Hell exists, I'm in it.
Gone is that thing called smile on my face, ever since I met you my lifes like a race.
The pleasure of the first is diminished by the anticipation of the second and by the end of the third, I usually feel sick.
Emptiness wasn't always a problem, I used to cherish it at times. But now I need to find something over it.
I'm getting used to be treated this way. The mocking, the insults, the humiliation are all part of the festering ugliness of this phase of the life.
How many times do I need to get hurt for it to know it's time to let it go?
There was no we, it was only me. And ME was devastated.
This is what it must feel like to walk in full sunlight, my darkness revealed, my shadow self embraced.
I don't get birthdays, no party, no song, no celebration another being alive.... feels forced.
I cant think as slow as you, even if I tried.
If I had a heart, it might be breaking right now.
My very existence embarrasses me.
Can't even credit myself as a failure... gosh I'm even worse than that.
An misunderstanding of epic Proportions.
The lonely walk to no where doesn't mean I'm strong, doesn't mean I'm sad, doesn't say what I have ot what I need, it just says.. I'm Alone.