When this began, I had nothing to say and I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
I've become so numb, I can't feel you here
I've become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Because everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
And every second I waste is more than I can take
And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you
I have something deep and meaningful to say here, but it will have to wait. Or never come.
I've decided that this recent issue with myself and another person is going to be placed on a shelf. I'll leave it be. I will not bring it up ever again, unless I have means to. I will keep it where it is and see what happens.
My essay for American Lit class shall be fairly simple. I have to compare and contrast the strong points and the weak points in Antonia and Jim's relationship in My Antonia. I never finished the book, but this should still be easy.
I actually got sleep last night. Hanging out with friends got my over active, dramatic mind off everything. Was very great. I still woke up too damn early though. Damned.
My new "attitude" is pleasing my dad greatly. I guess I am a whole new person at home and other places since my mother has left. He isn't the only one that's said that, but he keeps telling me. I like it.
Hmmm...this was pointless. And this will be my last entry for a while, unless I have to vent. Yes.
Goodday, all.
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see these scars
I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
Because I'll be here because we're all that we've got
I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense
I am what you never wanna say, but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
I've become so numb, I can't feel you here
I've become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Because everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
And every second I waste is more than I can take
And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you
I have something deep and meaningful to say here, but it will have to wait. Or never come.
I've decided that this recent issue with myself and another person is going to be placed on a shelf. I'll leave it be. I will not bring it up ever again, unless I have means to. I will keep it where it is and see what happens.
My essay for American Lit class shall be fairly simple. I have to compare and contrast the strong points and the weak points in Antonia and Jim's relationship in My Antonia. I never finished the book, but this should still be easy.
I actually got sleep last night. Hanging out with friends got my over active, dramatic mind off everything. Was very great. I still woke up too damn early though. Damned.
My new "attitude" is pleasing my dad greatly. I guess I am a whole new person at home and other places since my mother has left. He isn't the only one that's said that, but he keeps telling me. I like it.
Hmmm...this was pointless. And this will be my last entry for a while, unless I have to vent. Yes.
Goodday, all.
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see these scars
I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
Because I'll be here because we're all that we've got
I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense
I am what you never wanna say, but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out