Sitting at my desk...
...with a gun to my head
in a bullet proof vest
saying my my my
how the time does fly
when you know you're gonna die
by the end of the night.
I want to scream. I want to rant. I want to rave. I want sweeping reformations of my entire surrounding. I want to burn. I want to fight. I want to hate. I want to break. I want to be heard. I want the right. I want to love.I want to be loved.I want discord. I want harmony. I want chaos. I want order . I want answers. I want to be broken. I want to break hearts. I want to yell. I want to ruin myself. I want to launch myself. I want to become something. I want to escape. I want to exist. I want to feel stable. I want to disappear.
its been one of those suffocating days where you realize things will never change.
in a bullet proof vest
saying my my my
how the time does fly
when you know you're gonna die
by the end of the night.
I want to scream. I want to rant. I want to rave. I want sweeping reformations of my entire surrounding. I want to burn. I want to fight. I want to hate. I want to break. I want to be heard. I want the right. I want to love.I want to be loved.I want discord. I want harmony. I want chaos. I want order . I want answers. I want to be broken. I want to break hearts. I want to yell. I want to ruin myself. I want to launch myself. I want to become something. I want to escape. I want to exist. I want to feel stable. I want to disappear.
its been one of those suffocating days where you realize things will never change.