spread the paste on your brain and let it rot on in.
i dont see how people act the way they do. i dont get it. i just dont.
most of you are so fake, its sad.
there is so much "ugly" in this world. so many lies.
mind is the only thing binding you to sanity.
people do things to push others aside. people are so evil in their minds. nothing is the way it seems.
pools of water is my only calm. watching the waves swish on by, imagining my sorrows surfing on them. away, gone, far it goes into the rock it smashes away.
certian objects will worry you about your past, and others will worry you about your future.
i see the way people are. i see the way things go.
i know who's real and those that go. i see the beauty in things that glow. i capture the sight with mind and eyes, i capture it while the memory dies.
i know that things will soon be gone. i know that soon things could burn out black. i see the way the world is, and i dont like it one bit. but who died and made me queen? its not my world, not my world to keep. for now i can help the minor things. i can change the world with my little hands. i can undo some damage done. i can, yeah. but things are bad, and my mind is a whirl. friends of plenty need care too.
most of you are so fake, its sad.
there is so much "ugly" in this world. so many lies.
mind is the only thing binding you to sanity.
people do things to push others aside. people are so evil in their minds. nothing is the way it seems.
pools of water is my only calm. watching the waves swish on by, imagining my sorrows surfing on them. away, gone, far it goes into the rock it smashes away.
certian objects will worry you about your past, and others will worry you about your future.
i see the way people are. i see the way things go.
i know who's real and those that go. i see the beauty in things that glow. i capture the sight with mind and eyes, i capture it while the memory dies.
i know that things will soon be gone. i know that soon things could burn out black. i see the way the world is, and i dont like it one bit. but who died and made me queen? its not my world, not my world to keep. for now i can help the minor things. i can change the world with my little hands. i can undo some damage done. i can, yeah. but things are bad, and my mind is a whirl. friends of plenty need care too.