I seem to make a mess even when trying to be my best
I wear that sweater covered in feelings
The thing we're programmed to receive
Respect is never given to the hurt
pretty disgusting
Never, a word death is kissing
Karma will eat your soul
I guess that's the goal,
when you have nothing
I wish to walk away from the plenty
Only to be something
For a nobody
who loves me
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
I seem to make a mess even when trying to be my best
I wear that sweater covered in feelings
The thing we're programmed to receive
Respect is never given to the hurt
pretty disgusting
Never, a word death is kissing
Karma will eat your soul
I guess that's the goal,
when you have nothing
I wish to walk away from the plenty
Only to be something
For a nobody
who loves me
