I'm a selfdestructive mess
The only person
who I honestly hate
is myself
I want to crack the mirror
when I see
this green-eyed girl,
who looks back at me
I'm not her,
She ain't me
This is a fact on which
we both agree
'Cause I'm not sure on
who I am
I only know
That I'm no man
The only thing,
which I know about myself
Is what kind of music
that can make me
Smile
when I want to cry
and live
when I want to die
It cheers me up
when I feel down
It lends me a hand
when I hit the ground
But sometimes not even music
is enough
to cheer this selfdestructive mess
up
Don't worry
I'm not cutting myself
Instead I write on my body
with a pen
Lyrics from the song
which my phone play
heh, today it was the text from
Castaway by Green Day.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
I'm a selfdestructive mess
The only person
who I honestly hate
is myself
I want to crack the mirror
when I see
this green-eyed girl,
who looks back at me
I'm not her,
She ain't me
This is a fact on which
we both agree
'Cause I'm not sure on
who I am
I only know
That I'm no man
The only thing,
which I know about myself
Is what kind of music
that can make me
Smile
when I want to cry
and live
when I want to die
It cheers me up
when I feel down
It lends me a hand
when I hit the ground
But sometimes not even music
is enough
to cheer this selfdestructive mess
up
Don't worry
I'm not cutting myself
Instead I write on my body
with a pen
Lyrics from the song
which my phone play
heh, today it was the text from
Castaway by Green Day.
