.i don't even know what to think anymore.
today is tuesday. but whats the difference. it's just another day of lies. almost everytime i meet new people. they end up decieving me. this world is not the same anymore. yesterday's standards have fallen. close acquaintances have taken off their masks. i find where hearts were most close. wounds lay most deep. honesty is not the virtue anymore. it's merely a way to manipulate. integrity has simply flew out the window. i really don't know who to trust anymore. people lie to my face. people steal from me. hypocrites make me feel so bad for things i didn't do. for things that they do to me when i'm not looking. people talk behind my back. people use me because i can buy alcohol. i feel so innocient. so god damn stupid for even giving my heart to these people. i'm so gullable. i'm so naive.
the best of friends. turn to enemies.
am i too sensitive? do i need to grow the tough outer shell that everyone else seems to have? should i become the vindictive bastard most other males have become? should i just join in and learn this modern trade of doing only for yourself and using others.
i try to be the best person i can. i try my best not to lie. not to talk bad about others. not to steal. not to cheat. to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. to give everyone a second chance. to help everyone out the best that i can. to be there for everyone when they need someone. i don't know what's wrong with me. i just end up getting hurt. i just end up getting stabbed in the back. and for some reason i can't be like everyone else. i can't be this hurtful. it's just not the person i am. i refuse to adapt to this deceitful culture. i've always known that i wear my heart on my sleeve. but in these days. it's taking so much strength to pick my shirt up off the floor.
i'm just so dissapointed in this generation.
i trust as far as i can spit. you can read deep into it. the new york night life isn't shit. without a storyboard. i don't think much impresses me. like a drunk celebrity. just fall down and fall asleep. like the rest.
on your way out. don't bother picking up your tab. it's a stakeout. hanging on with baited breath. your just milking this to death.
so sad i have to dissapoint. her name is not a selling point. the drinks are better at this joint. everyone's a friend. not to say the nightlife isn't great. never seemed to be irate. don't have tolerance for fakes. what's to say.
on your way out. don't bother picking up your tab. it's a stakeout. hanging on with baited breath. your just milking this to death.
somewhere the novelty wore thin. every city i was in. there was an actor soaked in gin. with an entourage. this is my home away from home. in a barstool of your own. i watch you sinking like a stone. what a sight.
on your way out. don't bother picking up your tab. it's a stakeout. hanging on with baited breath. your just milking this for excess. little we posess. any other pays the cover. but it wouldn't be the same. excess. destined to impress. you can follow every model. but you always try to hover near fame.
the best of friends. turn to enemies.
am i too sensitive? do i need to grow the tough outer shell that everyone else seems to have? should i become the vindictive bastard most other males have become? should i just join in and learn this modern trade of doing only for yourself and using others.
i try to be the best person i can. i try my best not to lie. not to talk bad about others. not to steal. not to cheat. to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. to give everyone a second chance. to help everyone out the best that i can. to be there for everyone when they need someone. i don't know what's wrong with me. i just end up getting hurt. i just end up getting stabbed in the back. and for some reason i can't be like everyone else. i can't be this hurtful. it's just not the person i am. i refuse to adapt to this deceitful culture. i've always known that i wear my heart on my sleeve. but in these days. it's taking so much strength to pick my shirt up off the floor.
i'm just so dissapointed in this generation.
i trust as far as i can spit. you can read deep into it. the new york night life isn't shit. without a storyboard. i don't think much impresses me. like a drunk celebrity. just fall down and fall asleep. like the rest.
on your way out. don't bother picking up your tab. it's a stakeout. hanging on with baited breath. your just milking this to death.
so sad i have to dissapoint. her name is not a selling point. the drinks are better at this joint. everyone's a friend. not to say the nightlife isn't great. never seemed to be irate. don't have tolerance for fakes. what's to say.
on your way out. don't bother picking up your tab. it's a stakeout. hanging on with baited breath. your just milking this to death.
somewhere the novelty wore thin. every city i was in. there was an actor soaked in gin. with an entourage. this is my home away from home. in a barstool of your own. i watch you sinking like a stone. what a sight.
on your way out. don't bother picking up your tab. it's a stakeout. hanging on with baited breath. your just milking this for excess. little we posess. any other pays the cover. but it wouldn't be the same. excess. destined to impress. you can follow every model. but you always try to hover near fame.