CREATIVE out BURST
Behold my angsty teenage bullshit.
i hate the way i feel...
i hate the way it hurts...
it fucking sucks that it wont get better...
till it gets worse...
your optimism's a sham.
cos i know you're terrified too.
and u claim this bogus foresight.
but you havnt got a clue...
i hate the way i feel....
i hate the way it hurts...
i hate that i cant soar above, till i've crawled in the dirt...
i think that love is fake.
i should just stay in bed.
but i persist due to lame motivations.
and face the hell instead.
i hate the way i feel...
i hate the way it hurts...
i hate that i'll be last, until i can come first...
my angsty teenage melencholy...
is a fucking load of shit...
i can write a rhyme, to pass the time...
nothings to become of it.
i hate. today. because of yesterday. and i hate tomorrow because of today.