I did some stuff.

Yeah I regret it.
regrets are worse than apologies.
My head is a dark place,
a crowbar could not open me up,
the secrets stuck inside me.

I've destroyed all the things I love.

I love a girl,
She doesn't know,
A girl loves me but our love cant grow.

I'm trapped by circumstance.
My heart hates my head,
for missing time with her,
and for not listening
to every word she said.

The confidence and passion hidden in my eyes,
deep green pools of emotion that you can read like a book.
They overflow with ire from each bad decision,
each chance I never took.
"Push through your jab, Now a right hook"

There's always someone in my corner,
but a fighter wont always listen,
your ego can get the better of you,
under those lights that shine and glisten

I wont be censored and I cant be stopped,
I'll be air brushed out and photoshopped.

Forgotten.

There's an energy in this youth,
Kids with blue and red hair,
The world is up for grabs,
but I wont see it,
I wont be there.

If the revolution came tonight would anybody care.

.

I'm writing this on a broken phone,
about times when technology will make you moan,
and grunt and growl and groan.

He made it look simple,
am I alone? Why does technology make me moan.