When I grow up I want to be a builder
I can create happiness and love
But only for a while, it's so unstable.
When I grow up I want to demolish my buildings
I'm great a destroying relationships
And breaking my own heart.
When I grow up I want to be an artist
And draw strokes and lines of red
On my paper skin
When I grow up I want to be a writer
I can write stories of drama and pain
And of my own misery
When I grow up I want to travel
I want to go from life into death
And see the white light.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
When I grow up I want to be a builder
I can create happiness and love
But only for a while, it's so unstable.
When I grow up I want to demolish my buildings
I'm great a destroying relationships
And breaking my own heart.
When I grow up I want to be an artist
And draw strokes and lines of red
On my paper skin
When I grow up I want to be a writer
I can write stories of drama and pain
And of my own misery
When I grow up I want to travel
I want to go from life into death
And see the white light.
Something I thought of yesterday at like midnight while lying in the dark and staring at my ceiling and listening to depressing musics like always
