Learning how to silently scream in smoke filled rooms and lonely minds.
Remember when you were little and you used to trust everyone, and no one would hurt you? I'm trying to understand why I'm just so upset with this situation, but all I know is that I am and it isn't going away, and it won't go away even if I want it to. I wish we were children. I wish we didn't do things to hurt one another once in a while. I wish you could've thought about me before you kissed him and I wish you could've seen me instead of them. Maybe this makes me selfish, or maybe my standards are too high and I should accept that all of us are only human. But is it really bad of me to think of you so highly?
Maybe that's the problem. I put everyone at these insane standards, so once they fall, they must fall big and never climb back.
I looked around that room and I was on a cloud and there were shovels to my right to dig the grave and I couldn't see straight. There was a burning circle in the middle and the inhalation made me giddy and my clothes smelt like smoke and alcohol and I could see the cigarette in your hand and his reflection in the window and I could feel it wasn't right.
MOOD:
scared
Maybe that's the problem. I put everyone at these insane standards, so once they fall, they must fall big and never climb back.
I looked around that room and I was on a cloud and there were shovels to my right to dig the grave and I couldn't see straight. There was a burning circle in the middle and the inhalation made me giddy and my clothes smelt like smoke and alcohol and I could see the cigarette in your hand and his reflection in the window and I could feel it wasn't right.
MOOD:
scared