thoughts.
I just feel like the world decided to leave without me...and..im here..all alone..standing in the middle of a crowd...with everyone..who is so different..and i can feel myself changing..but i dont like it..and im not happy with it..but its happening anyways...
but while im standing here..people are coming...and talkin to me..and i dont know what to say back anymore..cause some people dont change..and they are the same..the exact same since highschool..and you know..you know that your beyond them..just beyond them in the game of life..but you dont choose to be...and you dont want to be..but you are....and i have to accept it..so i still stand there..all alone..wanting to cover my face with something..so i dont have to look..but i have to look..
and then a boy walks up...and he takes you by the hand..and you remember him..cause hes a good friend..and he takes you for a walk..you walk outside this crowd for a minute..he talks with you..and you talk about people...and how they dont change...and finally someone knows how it feels to be in that crowd..but he leaves..and in the middle of the crowd you stand...
the boy who tore your heart..comes..he has a way out of the crowd..but you know that the trip out..can only be happy for so long..because it was only ever temporary with him in the first place..and you know that now....
and still you stand..in a crowd of people you just dont know..you have nothing in common with..but for some reason..you wish they's just look at you like your someone...
a polish boy comes in from time to time..and he spends time with you..and you leave the crowd..but he too is only temporary...and leaves you in the crowd...
alone you stand...
and the whole time..i just wonder
how long will i be standing here...and how do i get myself out..how do i get these people to look at me..or pay attention..instead of just walking by you...how do u get them to see the passion..the same passion for life they share..in your eyes...
you dont know them..and they dont care to know you...
but you wonder why..
why am i just standing here. in this crowd..with only temporary ways to escape...
but while im standing here..people are coming...and talkin to me..and i dont know what to say back anymore..cause some people dont change..and they are the same..the exact same since highschool..and you know..you know that your beyond them..just beyond them in the game of life..but you dont choose to be...and you dont want to be..but you are....and i have to accept it..so i still stand there..all alone..wanting to cover my face with something..so i dont have to look..but i have to look..
and then a boy walks up...and he takes you by the hand..and you remember him..cause hes a good friend..and he takes you for a walk..you walk outside this crowd for a minute..he talks with you..and you talk about people...and how they dont change...and finally someone knows how it feels to be in that crowd..but he leaves..and in the middle of the crowd you stand...
the boy who tore your heart..comes..he has a way out of the crowd..but you know that the trip out..can only be happy for so long..because it was only ever temporary with him in the first place..and you know that now....
and still you stand..in a crowd of people you just dont know..you have nothing in common with..but for some reason..you wish they's just look at you like your someone...
a polish boy comes in from time to time..and he spends time with you..and you leave the crowd..but he too is only temporary...and leaves you in the crowd...
alone you stand...
and the whole time..i just wonder
how long will i be standing here...and how do i get myself out..how do i get these people to look at me..or pay attention..instead of just walking by you...how do u get them to see the passion..the same passion for life they share..in your eyes...
you dont know them..and they dont care to know you...
but you wonder why..
why am i just standing here. in this crowd..with only temporary ways to escape...