eh whatever
nobody really reads this anyway so why should i care if i pour my heart out?
(once again this isnt pinpointed to anybody, its just a thought)
you think you know me so well, its like you can predict my feelings. when have you known me to be predictable? you came to me for help when you were sad. you cried on my shoulder. well i am crying now, and i use my dirty pillow as my shoulder. where are you now? i helped you stand up when you fell and pushed you towards success when you thought you failed. you meant the world to me, you were everything to me, and now, its like i dont even know you. you thought you knew me. you thought i was depressed all the time. you think i am crazy. i used to think i was weak, but when along i was stronger than you.
you said you changed because of me. you said just because i was sad, it made you sad too. did you want to be like me? did you really want to live my life? does it make you feel better that you are using me like an excuse for your own decisions? i didnt decide the way my life is, i made choices, but i cant predict my future. are you really going to blame me for wearing black? are you going to blame me for once being suicidal? have you ever stopped to consider that i was expressing myself? have you ever thought that the angry screaming music i listen to is how i feel inside? are you going to blame me because you decided to wear black too?
i cant believe you got sick of me. you wanted to comfort me, you wanted to be there. you lied to me. while i was crying you were saying crap about me to my friends. i try to hard. i try to be a good person but is that ever really enough? i smile, i laugh, i cry, its all real. i try to be the ideal person. but you and everybody else has something wrong with me. do you really want to know how i am feeling? i am sick and i work my ass off everyday to pursue my dream, but its worth it. i bet you didnt know that i was ill, i bet you didnt care. maybe i have said hurtful things, but you did all the same. i just let it slide.i am sorry, but are you? have you noticed that i always say that i am sorry? you never gave me an apology. i bet you didnt know i still cry.
you think you know me inside out. you think you know me like the back of your hand. well i dont trust you anymore. so you wont know me too well now, will you? i will always be there for you. i will always be your friend, unless you hurt me. i thought i knew you too, i thought i knew you well. you meant everything to me, but now i couldnt care as much.
(once again this isnt pinpointed to anybody, its just a thought)
you think you know me so well, its like you can predict my feelings. when have you known me to be predictable? you came to me for help when you were sad. you cried on my shoulder. well i am crying now, and i use my dirty pillow as my shoulder. where are you now? i helped you stand up when you fell and pushed you towards success when you thought you failed. you meant the world to me, you were everything to me, and now, its like i dont even know you. you thought you knew me. you thought i was depressed all the time. you think i am crazy. i used to think i was weak, but when along i was stronger than you.
you said you changed because of me. you said just because i was sad, it made you sad too. did you want to be like me? did you really want to live my life? does it make you feel better that you are using me like an excuse for your own decisions? i didnt decide the way my life is, i made choices, but i cant predict my future. are you really going to blame me for wearing black? are you going to blame me for once being suicidal? have you ever stopped to consider that i was expressing myself? have you ever thought that the angry screaming music i listen to is how i feel inside? are you going to blame me because you decided to wear black too?
i cant believe you got sick of me. you wanted to comfort me, you wanted to be there. you lied to me. while i was crying you were saying crap about me to my friends. i try to hard. i try to be a good person but is that ever really enough? i smile, i laugh, i cry, its all real. i try to be the ideal person. but you and everybody else has something wrong with me. do you really want to know how i am feeling? i am sick and i work my ass off everyday to pursue my dream, but its worth it. i bet you didnt know that i was ill, i bet you didnt care. maybe i have said hurtful things, but you did all the same. i just let it slide.i am sorry, but are you? have you noticed that i always say that i am sorry? you never gave me an apology. i bet you didnt know i still cry.
you think you know me inside out. you think you know me like the back of your hand. well i dont trust you anymore. so you wont know me too well now, will you? i will always be there for you. i will always be your friend, unless you hurt me. i thought i knew you too, i thought i knew you well. you meant everything to me, but now i couldnt care as much.