I used to love getting comments.
Can you explain to me why I can't say anything I really mean? Can you tell me why it's so so so easy for me to fuck up? Keep your eyes out, because I'm coming up the sidewalk. If you're quick, you might make it out of the way in time, keep up the time. Walking to the beat of my poetry, but I can't walk that fast anymore. I'm fucking myself over. And I love it, I love every moment of it. I love every mistake I make, just as I make it, and only hate myself in retrospect. I love breaking hearts, it makes me feel free. I love telling everyone to die, I love making them hurt, I love leaving them. And I only feel guilty in retrospect. So long as I have my one and two to run to, it dosn't matter who is clinging to my feet. Even if it hurts me, and god, it hurts me. Never belive me, for the sake of yourself, never belive what I say.
If I could take everybodys angst and strife and drama away, just by keeping it with me, I would. If I could make everybody ok. I wish I could make everybody ok. I can't. I can't do anyting to make anybody better. All I can do is make things worse. All I can do is drink coffee and feel guilty. All I can do is wrap myself up in music and hope.
^all stolen from Alex's LJ thank you Alex!!
If I could take everybodys angst and strife and drama away, just by keeping it with me, I would. If I could make everybody ok. I wish I could make everybody ok. I can't. I can't do anyting to make anybody better. All I can do is make things worse. All I can do is drink coffee and feel guilty. All I can do is wrap myself up in music and hope.
^all stolen from Alex's LJ thank you Alex!!