My
      thoughts
                 are
distorting
     my
         feelings
someone
              say
                  I'm
        ­              
dreaming..

I wish I were asleep right now
inside of a dream, not in town
you were once on my team, til
my sound gave out..
Why're looking at me like that?
It's causing my self esteem to go
d
o
w
n
s
t
r
e
a
m

Oh, I see it was all just a scheme.

I can't remember the last time I played my guitar and I know when he gets home he'll ask me whether or not I've been playing like the star that he wants me to be well no, I'm sorry.. Please don't hate me for not wanting to carry out your childhood dreams that somehow became my own I just want to survive without becoming too broken before the end.

When you're laying in bed
feeling basically half dead,
eden's playing through your
             h e a d s e t
and everything else is quiet.

I am Soraka Flocka Flame,
I go hard in the paint:
I'll make the bad guys go away
because I've got heals for days
that's right- look the other way
you can't handle this type of pain
I can tell that you're afraid.
Don't worry though because
I make everyone feel like this
all of your skill shots are amiss
and I bet I'm making you reminisce
about old times where you were fly
like the other game you played last night
but right now, I'm bringing you down
your teammates are calling you a clown
you're starting to believe you'll get reported
for  **f e e d i n g

Crawling in my skin
cringe, cringe, cringe-
it's a meme you dip!

*AyY **** bye!

But where am I supposed to roam
when the bullying follows me
everywhere that I go, even *home?

I'm having a  
(b               t
        a
    l          s)
dancing all on
  m y   o w n
we were never
in the same show
and now I    

                       k
                         n
                           o
                             w
how much fun one
person can have **alone.

The screen in my window is partially torn
one half is fully attatched while the other..
is caught in the wind that is slowly pulling
it along, waiting for it to let go and flow as
gracefully as the newly falling snow

But I am the other half, holding on for my
life because I'm afraid of heights that the
wind will lift me up to..

The glass that I am protecting is already
broken, so why shouldn't I let go?


                      Don't.


*N
     o
    w

  I
'
   m

        f
          a
            l
              l
          ­      i
              n
            g
          .
        .