Sick of platitudes,
emotional contusions,
and little white lies.
I’m tired of the ghost;
this minefield of keywords and
it’s all just a game.
I’ve never had a
birthday party and now I’m
too old for magic
Light candles for me,
put a girl inside my cake.
Sing a song for me.
It’s just a party.
I’m just another sad boy.
Just another night.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
Sick of platitudes,
emotional contusions,
and little white lies.
I’m tired of the ghost;
this minefield of keywords and
it’s all just a game.
I’ve never had a
birthday party and now I’m
too old for magic
Light candles for me,
put a girl inside my cake.
Sing a song for me.
It’s just a party.
I’m just another sad boy.
Just another night.
