I'm Begging You Be My Escape
Deep breaths baby.
Long strides.
Chin up.
Smile.
Put on a show.
Make them all hate you.
Make them all hurt you.
If you don't care about anyone you can't get hurt.
I need a break.
I need time to catch my breath.
I need to get away from all this shit.
All this drama.
All this high school crap.
Newsflash people some things are more important than what others think of you.
There's more important things than your clothes, your hair, the parties you go to, and the guys you date.
Grow the fuck up.
And get the fuck over yourselves.
"I gotta get out of here."
I'm trying to remember a time before hospitals, and surgeries, and crying, and hurting.
"I never knew. I never knew that everything was falling through. That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue to turn and run when all I needed was the truth. But that's how it's gotta be. It's coming down to nothing more than apathy. I'd rather run the other way than stay and see the smoke and who's still standing when it clears."
Everyone knows I'm in over my head.
I've decided it's time to change.
It's time to stop putting up with this shit. I'm done conforming. I'm done agreeing.
Here's a message to anyone who stands in my way. Who makes my life complicated. That tries to hurt me. That tries to hurt my family. That even attempts to just fuck with me.
I am done.
If you try to pull shit with me I won't even hesitate to put you in your place.
I will burn any bridge that allows people to cross into my world and fuck things up.
I will put a stop to people making my already fucked up life more complicated.
I'm done just trying to get by.
I will now be making my way through this shitty world.
I will wear what I want. Say what I want. Act how I want to.
I will not be quiet. I will not stop being weird.
So don't even try to command me. To change me or any other fucking thing.
If you don't like it then back off.
I can survive on my own.
And in a year and a half I won't fucking be here anymore.
Maybe I'll just leave without a word.
With out a goodbye.
With out a forwarding address.
So here we go.
This is the new me.
Long strides.
Chin up.
Smile.
Put on a show.
Make them all hate you.
Make them all hurt you.
If you don't care about anyone you can't get hurt.
I need a break.
I need time to catch my breath.
I need to get away from all this shit.
All this drama.
All this high school crap.
Newsflash people some things are more important than what others think of you.
There's more important things than your clothes, your hair, the parties you go to, and the guys you date.
Grow the fuck up.
And get the fuck over yourselves.
"I gotta get out of here."
I'm trying to remember a time before hospitals, and surgeries, and crying, and hurting.
"I never knew. I never knew that everything was falling through. That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue to turn and run when all I needed was the truth. But that's how it's gotta be. It's coming down to nothing more than apathy. I'd rather run the other way than stay and see the smoke and who's still standing when it clears."
Everyone knows I'm in over my head.
I've decided it's time to change.
It's time to stop putting up with this shit. I'm done conforming. I'm done agreeing.
Here's a message to anyone who stands in my way. Who makes my life complicated. That tries to hurt me. That tries to hurt my family. That even attempts to just fuck with me.
I am done.
If you try to pull shit with me I won't even hesitate to put you in your place.
I will burn any bridge that allows people to cross into my world and fuck things up.
I will put a stop to people making my already fucked up life more complicated.
I'm done just trying to get by.
I will now be making my way through this shitty world.
I will wear what I want. Say what I want. Act how I want to.
I will not be quiet. I will not stop being weird.
So don't even try to command me. To change me or any other fucking thing.
If you don't like it then back off.
I can survive on my own.
And in a year and a half I won't fucking be here anymore.
Maybe I'll just leave without a word.
With out a goodbye.
With out a forwarding address.
So here we go.
This is the new me.