I am done
And i really don't even care about the things i've left behind
I get so fucking sick when i think about anything
JIGSAW PIECES THAT ARE FIT FOR A KING
And I am leaving the room.

Everything I've ever thought about has already been thought about.
Every emotion I've ever felt has already been experienced.

It's sort of west.
But you have to go all over the place to get there.

I just need a document.
And I'm done.

Also, I can get a diploma.
But maybe i won't need it.

He's falling so far down. And I feel powerless because I'm falling just the same. What happens when the only person you can turn to is just deeper down the hole?

And also, I'm begining to feel like moving away would just be the cowards way out.

"i was born tonight. and i cried. but at least my eyes were open."

step outside, inhaaaale. take a few steps and realize what the fuck is going on. take control but you will never have control. you've never had control before. in your entire life time. feel the delay. nothing i can say will change the way anything is. i'm thinking i really don't care anymore. my bedroom ceiling has holes burnt through it. i ( Read more... )

if i drop, i get kicked out of my house, or more accurately ( Read more... )

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i was trying vocals to a new song, and these lyrics matched up perfectly(hopefully perfectly) i wrote them a while ago but whatever. its still there ( Read more... )

i have eyes
but do i have a soul

lightening.
seeing it, just kind of in awe. it's a spectacle, but only the eyes wonder.
thunder.
hearing it, but it's not that simple. it digs to the soul. goes beyond senses.