modish fflair

[iwant2killher]

its become a habit, i cant snap right out of these things that keep me coming back to fix the problems that do need some corrections, but i messed up too badly to ever go back swiftly without some dirt apon my knees.

And we will sing these songs with out knowing what they mean, who and why the person cried inside
these words that find the piece that connects us indirectly between the beats that we hear and it hits us hard.

For i have lost my righteousness, i played with fate and lost the bet. And so i pull my wait to bed and try to rest this tired head. For i have vanished like sore that heals itself like times before. I pull my hands over my eyes and make believe that im, make believe that im, make believe that im alive.

im alive.

And i like walking through life with headphones on my ears. Seeing life through my eyes without distractions that you hear..

from doubtful people that always bring you down down down.. let the sound of your voice carry on until it drowns them all out. Those sinking frowns to the ground. I might be foolish now, but i can't see how you aren't a fool too.

down down down down down down down

So i pull my weight to bed and dream of what i could have been..

i feel sickly.