cold hands warm heart ... warm hands cold heart?
I've been holding out for an angel to come along, with no reply from the sky. But I just keep looking up.
I'll never know love's true potential. It feels like its lost in the open wind to his impatience. I always believed but never feeling we would fall apart
I let my feelings grow to tears I'll never show. I hate how he couldn't see that I could be his everything. Bringing light to everything.
I just want to fall in love again. But he's just satisfied to owe me.
I feel broken like an angel ...
I'll never fall in love with that pretty eyed beauty ... twice. I learned my lesson the first time!
They say I cheated.
Please leave me alone, that's just my rude attitude. No dysfunction flipside though. They're waiting patiently for me to sin again. I can see it. I'm really Daddy's little angel, but that angel on my shoulder got strangled today ... he was trying to tangle with his nemesis. He caught him on the wrong day! HAHA He got cut like DJs spinning doubles.
I could go for some Dennys right now! But my pockets got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty? Quite simply put, me and my pockets share interest. So I'll roam these streets with absolutely no purpose. Feeling like I'm worthless ... but contrary to my last statement, I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine. I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign. Just to turn around and walk back. That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking ... like ... "thank god for walkmans". Cause I'm stuck in the 80s. God I'm awesome.
I resort to TV in the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself with lackluster images. And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges?!" Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversations! HAHA
I saw some guy painting portraits of dysfunctional families with gloomy faces rockin "Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts, and everyone was assuming he's tasteless? I misconstrued it but apparently my babies will embrace it? The basic essentials of a very bitter young man that kicks rusty soda cans and walks on decrepit bricks.
I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack ... reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nosed.
I'll never know love's true potential. It feels like its lost in the open wind to his impatience. I always believed but never feeling we would fall apart
I let my feelings grow to tears I'll never show. I hate how he couldn't see that I could be his everything. Bringing light to everything.
I just want to fall in love again. But he's just satisfied to owe me.
I feel broken like an angel ...
I'll never fall in love with that pretty eyed beauty ... twice. I learned my lesson the first time!
They say I cheated.
Please leave me alone, that's just my rude attitude. No dysfunction flipside though. They're waiting patiently for me to sin again. I can see it. I'm really Daddy's little angel, but that angel on my shoulder got strangled today ... he was trying to tangle with his nemesis. He caught him on the wrong day! HAHA He got cut like DJs spinning doubles.
I could go for some Dennys right now! But my pockets got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty? Quite simply put, me and my pockets share interest. So I'll roam these streets with absolutely no purpose. Feeling like I'm worthless ... but contrary to my last statement, I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine. I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign. Just to turn around and walk back. That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking ... like ... "thank god for walkmans". Cause I'm stuck in the 80s. God I'm awesome.
I resort to TV in the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself with lackluster images. And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges?!" Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversations! HAHA
I saw some guy painting portraits of dysfunctional families with gloomy faces rockin "Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts, and everyone was assuming he's tasteless? I misconstrued it but apparently my babies will embrace it? The basic essentials of a very bitter young man that kicks rusty soda cans and walks on decrepit bricks.
I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack ... reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nosed.