This is Public. Not a Disease.

[sugarxskull]

It's so hard to not be hateful when you live in a world full of hate. I am trying to understand why the people around me lie and pretend all the time. I don't know why songs express me better than my own words. Words are supposed to be such a big part of my life, but when I need them the most, they just falter and fail. They are inadequate and don't express what I am truely feeling. Maybe if I grow up a little, people would just stop hurting me.

Stepped on the cracks
But you broke your own back
The things that you want
That your body stars

Knocked on the doors
Tell me what its all for
Who am i suppossed to be
Anyone but me

Got dirt on your face
Still you got something to say
Gonna make it alright
If you find the time

And heaven adores you
Heaven adores you
Heaven adores you now

And heaven adores you
Heaven adores you
Heaven adores you now...

But on a brighter note, I think I might just go live with my sister for a year.