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I'll never understand how friendships fall away, as if they were never there at all. It brings one to think - were they ever friendships at all? Is there such a thing as a fragile friendship, one so delicate that it can shatter from anything. No fights or misunderstandings, and still things fall apart. Or maybe there were misunderstandings, and that is how it all came to crumble.
I can't wait till tomorrow. Work and then karate, no time to think about the past. Only the future. No time to worry about things, because I'll be too consumed in the moment.
Been listening to a lot of Dead Poetic lately...
And If I could teach the world to be..
I'd teach them all to be something just like me.
Frustrated, bitter, depressing.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
And if you could hold your tongue long enough..
You'd see that all I am is love, but I don't like me.
I despise me.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
It's a disease they'll never have a cure for.
You're the only way to dry my eyes.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure.
But I'm the on whose wrong. I'm the one who cries.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure for.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure.
But I'm the on whose wrong. I'm the one who cries.
I cry - I despise me.
I shouldn't feel like I'm wrong for being who I am. But it's the label society puts to it. You can't help but feel wrong. You can't help but feel diseased, to feel terminally ill. Like you'll never again function in the world.
Typing, erasing. Typing, erasing. Typing...erasing.
One day the world will see me. One day, you'll never be able to hold me back.
One day, you'll all burn, just like you deserve.
I can't wait till tomorrow. Work and then karate, no time to think about the past. Only the future. No time to worry about things, because I'll be too consumed in the moment.
Been listening to a lot of Dead Poetic lately...
And If I could teach the world to be..
I'd teach them all to be something just like me.
Frustrated, bitter, depressing.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
And if you could hold your tongue long enough..
You'd see that all I am is love, but I don't like me.
I despise me.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.
It's a disease they'll never have a cure for.
You're the only way to dry my eyes.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure.
But I'm the on whose wrong. I'm the one who cries.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure for.
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure.
But I'm the on whose wrong. I'm the one who cries.
I cry - I despise me.
I shouldn't feel like I'm wrong for being who I am. But it's the label society puts to it. You can't help but feel wrong. You can't help but feel diseased, to feel terminally ill. Like you'll never again function in the world.
Typing, erasing. Typing, erasing. Typing...erasing.
One day the world will see me. One day, you'll never be able to hold me back.
One day, you'll all burn, just like you deserve.