(no subject)
Honestly, there IS a part of me that thinks that each and every time something just may be different.
I've become completley jaded.
I'm molding.
But realization is harder than I realized.
The obvious is becoming more obvious.
Second by second.
Things arent the same anymore.
And yes, I do like things that way.
Like I said.
I've become jaded.
I've flown past restless light years ago.
I want old.
and crisp and fresh brand new exactly at the same time.
Why do I think that suddenly things are going to be different?
What makes tonight so special?
absolutley nothing.
even if I'm getting progressivly cuter.
there are some things that you just cannot manipulate.
adulthood.
Ive been here for years.
some are just skimming.
I cant even relate anymore.
singlehood.
oh, this heavy heart.
my back is broken
my annoying tick.
there are very few.
anymore.
caring is creepy.
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I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice
It'd roll right past me
And if you chalk it up you'll see I don't really have a choice
So don't even ask me
I'm much better off, the way things are
Much much better off, better by far
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be
Able to move on
I've become completley jaded.
I'm molding.
But realization is harder than I realized.
The obvious is becoming more obvious.
Second by second.
Things arent the same anymore.
And yes, I do like things that way.
Like I said.
I've become jaded.
I've flown past restless light years ago.
I want old.
and crisp and fresh brand new exactly at the same time.
Why do I think that suddenly things are going to be different?
What makes tonight so special?
absolutley nothing.
even if I'm getting progressivly cuter.
there are some things that you just cannot manipulate.
adulthood.
Ive been here for years.
some are just skimming.
I cant even relate anymore.
singlehood.
oh, this heavy heart.
my back is broken
my annoying tick.
there are very few.
anymore.
caring is creepy.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice
It'd roll right past me
And if you chalk it up you'll see I don't really have a choice
So don't even ask me
I'm much better off, the way things are
Much much better off, better by far
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be
Able to move on