o yeah...btw
if love were like bullets id have too many people to kill.
but its not, and i only got one shot to shoot and i hope i hit the mark.
i believe myself when i say i'll get it right, maybe someday, but not tonight.
i juggle my life like a clown and im only here for your enjoyment.
laugh until your sides split, laugh until you cry
maybe you'll even laugh thinking you will die.
it takes practice, its not a thing you're born having.
understanding the mind and finding out what others are like.
classifying them and organizing into groups is a beautiful thing.
yet knowing where you go and where you fit in isnt for you to decide
its for the people you hate, the people you love
the people that determine fate are those you give poisonis drugs.
so why do i complain and why do i cry?
when ive got more than enough bullets hitting my heart.
when i have the whole crowd laughing and falling apart.
when i have the whole world classified and understand each of their parts.
when im lost and confused and misplaced in my heart.
who will miss me when i depart?
who will notice my absence from school?
and most of all...do you love me as much as i do you?
the answers to simple mind boggling questions like those
are to the simple human mind unknown.
yet something as simple as a question mark
can make your whole god damned world fall apart.