My mom asked me why I don't have friends anymore.
I told her it's because they left.
She told me it's because I pushed them away.
I don't know which answer is more pathetic.
But who needs friends
when you have stardust p u m p i n g through your veins,
making everything light and soft and so very s l o w?
Hey, I might be broke and lonely,
but these wings can take me anywhere.
I'm unstoppable. I'm flying.
But no, I'm f
a
l
l
i
n
g.
I'm going d o w n
d o w n
d
o
w
n.
Oh, god, please don't let me hit the ground.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
My mom asked me why I don't have friends anymore.
I told her it's because they left.
She told me it's because I pushed them away.
I don't know which answer is more pathetic.
But who needs friends
when you have stardust p u m p i n g through your veins,
making everything light and soft and so very s l o w?
Hey, I might be broke and lonely,
but these wings can take me anywhere.
I'm unstoppable. I'm flying.
But no, I'm f
a
l
l
i
n
g.
I'm going d o w n
d o w n
d
o
w
n.
Oh, god, please don't let me hit the ground.
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