Words are meaningless
My teeth will crack from the grit
These sentences are just a puzzle I can’t seem to fix
Spoken like a true fake
My smiles will ache, my skin will quiver
If I keep this up any longer than
Necessary
My tongue will begin, and never quite deliver
My mind will unravel, before it comes together
Never quite peaking, never quite reaching
Intent
I’m an unintentional social disaster
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
Words are meaningless
My teeth will crack from the grit
These sentences are just a puzzle I can’t seem to fix
Spoken like a true fake
My smiles will ache, my skin will quiver
If I keep this up any longer than
Necessary
My tongue will begin, and never quite deliver
My mind will unravel, before it comes together
Never quite peaking, never quite reaching
Intent
I’m an unintentional social disaster
12:42am, June 13th 2013
People have such expectations / preconceptions when talking with you. I hate trying to meet them.
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