musings of the semi-retraded
I feel like stripping naked and just driving in my car.
driving past charlotte, driving past carolina, and driving...driving...driving past...
so if you can't find my car, but you see my clothes laying on the ground, you'll realize I've headed out for farther pastures
it really sucks that people don't seem to comprehend how fucking hard it was for me to give up my dreams and all it seems to them is that I sold out
Here's to selling out bitches because I just can't live pretending any more. There is no dignity in a backdown, no matter what you say and there is no second choice. Just what you want and what you don't. And some times you have to buck up and be the bigger man, but that doesn't mean you can handle it.
driving past charlotte, driving past carolina, and driving...driving...driving past...
so if you can't find my car, but you see my clothes laying on the ground, you'll realize I've headed out for farther pastures
it really sucks that people don't seem to comprehend how fucking hard it was for me to give up my dreams and all it seems to them is that I sold out
Here's to selling out bitches because I just can't live pretending any more. There is no dignity in a backdown, no matter what you say and there is no second choice. Just what you want and what you don't. And some times you have to buck up and be the bigger man, but that doesn't mean you can handle it.