A poem to sum it all up...
...dramatic enough?
This car is out of gas, my glass is empty, and the zombies are at the door... I am a prisoner in here and I don't know how much more...
I can take. I can take it. I take it, and I run with it, have fun with it, been here before, I know what's on the other side of this emotional door, it swings both ways - but right now I'm locked in that dark place, and my failures are in my face. I can't escape from the mirror in front of me...
I'm free, but I will never be, I see...
a girl with no job, no car, no money, no close friends, out of style, out of time, overly emotional, conceited, unknowing, big mouthed fool... opposite of cool, unwanted, unwell, emotional freak!
The ones who seek me out, do you know what they seek?
A whore, a easy lay, someone to fcuk when the one they really love doesn't want to play. Yes, my box is always full of mail, and my phone... how it does ring but that doesn't mean a dam thing!..
to me. to me, what matters? I don't know any more. I have been alone a long time, I've been hungry, starving, wondering soul tattered, broken, choken, beaten down, to the ground, and left behind by every one who's ever professed to care, and they are no longer around, but I have gone far...
Far gone, and going to go farther, as I get older, I just seem to get colder, and I just know, I JUST FCUKING KNOW... OH, HOW I FUCKING KNOW... and it shows... I will die alone some day, still not ok...
...he will never find me, and I will never be more then OK.
This car is out of gas, my glass is empty, and the zombies are at the door... I am a prisoner in here and I don't know how much more...
I can take. I can take it. I take it, and I run with it, have fun with it, been here before, I know what's on the other side of this emotional door, it swings both ways - but right now I'm locked in that dark place, and my failures are in my face. I can't escape from the mirror in front of me...
I'm free, but I will never be, I see...
a girl with no job, no car, no money, no close friends, out of style, out of time, overly emotional, conceited, unknowing, big mouthed fool... opposite of cool, unwanted, unwell, emotional freak!
The ones who seek me out, do you know what they seek?
A whore, a easy lay, someone to fcuk when the one they really love doesn't want to play. Yes, my box is always full of mail, and my phone... how it does ring but that doesn't mean a dam thing!..
to me. to me, what matters? I don't know any more. I have been alone a long time, I've been hungry, starving, wondering soul tattered, broken, choken, beaten down, to the ground, and left behind by every one who's ever professed to care, and they are no longer around, but I have gone far...
Far gone, and going to go farther, as I get older, I just seem to get colder, and I just know, I JUST FCUKING KNOW... OH, HOW I FUCKING KNOW... and it shows... I will die alone some day, still not ok...
...he will never find me, and I will never be more then OK.