no, ive never seen myself like this before
and maybe it scares me too,
to know that different things take different times to fall apart..
but they always do. 
i don't know what I want to do with my life ;;
I don't know what I want right now.
All I know is that I'm hurting so much inside that it's eating me,
and one day, there won't be any of me left.
Everything that ever caused a tear to trickle down my cheeks,
I ran away and hid from it.
But now, everything is unwinding and finding its way back towards me
and I don't know what to do. I just know that the pain I felt so long ago,
it's hurting ten times more. 
I tried to read between the lines ;; I tried to look in your eyes.
I want a simple explanation for what I'm feeling inside. 
Why do we keep them? Under our beds, up in the attic,
in the back of some drawer. We could have thrown them out a thousand times, and yet there they are. Old love letters. Written to a person
we no longer are, by a hand we no longer hold. 
In life we learn a lot of things.
Which movie theaters have cup holders,
which classmate is most reliable to cheat off of,
how to give & take advice, how and why to love,
which roads harbor hidden cops, times to laugh or cry,
& which towns have your bank's branch.
But among the most important things we learn is this;
just because we argue doesn't mean there's no love,
& just because we aren't related doesn't mean we aren't family. 
Let the fun and games begin. She is spayed and broken in.
Skin is cold and white. Such a lovely, lonely night. 
i'm obsessed and stressed with this mess.
i can't think of things to write down to type down
and these fingertips are moving faster than these lips,
so you can only imagine how jealous my mouth is 
i got a hundred different things running through my head.
it's hard to fall asleep when all your dreams are dead. 
and though the news was rather sad well
i just had to laugh. i saw the photograph.
he blew his mind out in a car. he didn't
notice that the lights had changed color.
a crowd of people stood and stared..
they'd all seen his face before. 
worn out and faded, the weakness starts to show.
they've created the generation that we know.
washed up and hated, the system moves too slow.
they give us answers to questions they don't even know;
you made it, you played it, your shit is overrated. 
she's a mess of gorgeous chaos,
and you can see it in her eyes. 
never wake up before ten,
never go to bed before three.
normal hours are for normal people.
you never want to be normal. 
i am just giving up and shutting down.
it was the roar of the crowd that gave me
heartache to sing. it was a lie when they
smiled and said, "you won't feel a thing."
and as we ran from the cops,
we laughed so hard it would sting. 
i just wish people would say what they feel.
who cares about fucking signals?
this isn't a four way crossing. 
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