But you still, held on me
I hide behind my mask,
Although you all can see me perfectly clear,
But some of you can't,
I hide behind this mask,
because here i feel safe,
now lashed out at by others and their comments.
I am no better then the tears rolling off my cheeks...
I am no better then the dirt that is beneath me,
I hide behind this mask,
so you can't see me cry,
So you don't understand,
what i feel inside.
I feel so fucking dead today...i'm crying and i dont know what about, i can't even carry a conversation on the phone with Ryan, without being all depressed like, and bitchy, and moody, and teary eyed....i'm sitting here fucknig CRYING...because of what?! WHO THE FUCK KNOWS!? part of it, is Ryan. Why can't i make him happy, why can't i be there for him, why can't i see him more? why can't i talk to him more?..
I dont know, and i dont get what else...everything, the LITTLEST fucking things are driving me up the fucking wall...=cries=....FUCK IT! And i fear the one thing on my mind, the one thing that'll calm me down, will send me to Bradly...so FUCK THAT, that and i promised too many that i wouldn't...wow...
-watches, as happiness flies into the ground-
what the fuck is Ryan donig with me? Why is he still here?....he's holding on to a person with so much fucking problems to add onto his...why the fuck doesn't he jsut go "ya' know you're one of my best friends n' all, but fuck you! we're through?" is he blind?...I'm surprised i haven't somehow i haven't hurt him (that i know of)...i'm going insane...i'm now have the short end of the fucking stick!
Although you all can see me perfectly clear,
But some of you can't,
I hide behind this mask,
because here i feel safe,
now lashed out at by others and their comments.
I am no better then the tears rolling off my cheeks...
I am no better then the dirt that is beneath me,
I hide behind this mask,
so you can't see me cry,
So you don't understand,
what i feel inside.
I feel so fucking dead today...i'm crying and i dont know what about, i can't even carry a conversation on the phone with Ryan, without being all depressed like, and bitchy, and moody, and teary eyed....i'm sitting here fucknig CRYING...because of what?! WHO THE FUCK KNOWS!? part of it, is Ryan. Why can't i make him happy, why can't i be there for him, why can't i see him more? why can't i talk to him more?..
I dont know, and i dont get what else...everything, the LITTLEST fucking things are driving me up the fucking wall...=cries=....FUCK IT! And i fear the one thing on my mind, the one thing that'll calm me down, will send me to Bradly...so FUCK THAT, that and i promised too many that i wouldn't...wow...
-watches, as happiness flies into the ground-
what the fuck is Ryan donig with me? Why is he still here?....he's holding on to a person with so much fucking problems to add onto his...why the fuck doesn't he jsut go "ya' know you're one of my best friends n' all, but fuck you! we're through?" is he blind?...I'm surprised i haven't somehow i haven't hurt him (that i know of)...i'm going insane...i'm now have the short end of the fucking stick!