Inner Confession
A lot of things we do never gets out to anyone else.
We dream and remind ourselves what we have done.
Sometimes it's haunting, because that's how bad it was.
It's feels like my life is like a book, a movie or biography in the making.
Just seeming so fake when improve rules the world.
I'm sick of pleasing people.
The nice guy; Travis, when just being liked is all he wanted.
Sick of the negative. I'm not holding back.
If this sounds like it's someone else's post, Then YOU ARE WRONG.
I hate saying sorry sometimes. It's like I use the word sorry more than saying goodbye.
I have this feeling of not being loved anymore.
I feel like those friends don't like me anymore, I feel like they avoid me through invisible bricks.
Why Why Why must I go over feeling this way over and over. Again. Again.
I'm lonley. I try to hard. I lie. I have stolen. I can love, I will.
Love till it's burns and fight for my soul.
The soul I never had but always wanted.
We dream and remind ourselves what we have done.
Sometimes it's haunting, because that's how bad it was.
It's feels like my life is like a book, a movie or biography in the making.
Just seeming so fake when improve rules the world.
I'm sick of pleasing people.
The nice guy; Travis, when just being liked is all he wanted.
Sick of the negative. I'm not holding back.
If this sounds like it's someone else's post, Then YOU ARE WRONG.
I hate saying sorry sometimes. It's like I use the word sorry more than saying goodbye.
I have this feeling of not being loved anymore.
I feel like those friends don't like me anymore, I feel like they avoid me through invisible bricks.
Why Why Why must I go over feeling this way over and over. Again. Again.
I'm lonley. I try to hard. I lie. I have stolen. I can love, I will.
Love till it's burns and fight for my soul.
The soul I never had but always wanted.