goddamn you...
It's moments like this that make me want to run screaming from the room and tear out my hair. Scream at the top of my lungs and race through the streets. Curse every girl who has is better than me. Curse everyone with more opprotunities. I've got a bonfire lit under my ass, pushing me forward because someone else is getting famous for what I've been doing my whole life. Someone else has my sptifire personality and my wit and my tounge and my attitude. It's like they're copying off of me and not knowing it, only because they got out there first I'm the one that's the copy. I'm sick of seeing other people succeed at what I'm supposed to be doing. The clock is ticking on this shit and I can barely breathe I want this so badly. I want to fucking scream right now. I live and breathe and bleed music, my music. My voice. My screams, my screams as people walk away from me and stab me in the back and leave me and lie to me and forget me. This is my life, and she's living it, this is my music and she's singing it. This is my life and she's profiting off it. It's enough to make a girl want to slit her own wrists. It's all just a cry for attention, all just a cry for help. I'm sad, desperate, pathetic screaming lost and alone in my room with no one to get me out but myself and now I'm paying the price because I waited to goddamned long. I want to bleed fire.