I can't mind my own business,
Because i don't have any

Just got called trash, but let me tell you something...
...after real **** goes down,
Trash don't belong on the floor

Well what if;
-I were alone,
              Would you take me?

-the world was falling apart and crashing down,
              would you catch me?

-they put a gun to my head,
             Would you save me?

I thought you would love me.
I thought we'd cherish this time in both our lives.
Instead, you let me go.
Instead, you hated me.
Instead, you ruined this what could have been a perfect moment.
You sank ME and my drowning heart to the bottom.
So Instead,...

....I thought wrong.

One can only go so fare,
& that is why we try so hard.

It were to be not' but a "dream," and I knew that when it actually happened you became my "nightmare."

I never let society bring me down six feet under ground.
I've never always walked around
with this frown until a great friend of mine left their own life, me, and their town.
So I went on home bound,
because i couldn't deal with the sounds
of what my head had been telling me.
I even tried coming up for air but it's like it's drowning me.
Keeping me under making my hopes low because things will happen and won't go as you planned them to go, i already know.
I'm farther down than a sea bed.
And so
Anyone, just please get these ******* thoughts out of my head.