Sitting here, waiting Which is basically the equivalent Of grating My forehead Against a cheese grater. For seconds minutes hours. Soon, there'll be nothing left, I'll be an empty shell of myself. My bored tired pieces scattered all across the floors As I wait and wait and wait For something that I really should've ignored.
It's my life So I'll live it how I want I'll make the rules And you most definitely will not.
I'll read the stories the stars tell with you And come up with a different ending I'll walk on the same road with you But my steps will be mind bending
So I may not see the same ending And I may walk with different steps But that doesn't mean You should dismiss all I know And make me see the letters your way That doesn't mean You should bring me to my knees And force me to walk the same
The poison in your voice as you give me an answer The feeling that you snicker behind my back They way you try to be helpful But your words just feel like a smack The ground looks awfully nice right now It's the only thing I can see Anywhere but here right now That's where I wish I could be
If they talk to you like you are dumb, go learn and come back even smarter than them
Hot tears stream down my face and burn my skin, Hot flames consume me is i burn for my sin, Living itself should be i crime, Just barely scraping by on the dime, I guess hell would be better then being alive, In this world how do so many survive, Suicide rates have never been higher, As peoples need for help becomes more dire, But so many screams will never be heard, So many people ignored every word, Mind like a cage that keeps me inside, Id ask to be free but I already died.
But what do you know about love, when you can’t show trust—but you know about lust. Always thinking about how to fu—nction on your luck. And that’s going to be a quick bust; infatuations are a rush. We’d swear we don’t cuss, as you’re drinking coffee for a buzz—I'm just drinking to keep up.
You say you love me, but I know you also love other girls, so yeah right, yeah right! Just a shareholder in your life.
You love to talk but we don’t speak, you take life at ease, but disturb my peace. Feels like you cut my wrists; there’s no love for me to reach. But I still got a lot to give in a week, till it leaves me feeling weak.
A heart made of stone, in the echo tone that you can’t be alone. That’s a quarry of your love, when we quarrel outside. So it’s hard to swallow pride, when we’re prideful on both sides. In the shapes of drawing hearts, we’ve always crossed a line. The outline is this relationship is not fine. In the tune with a misconduct’s due. And I wish I could say I’ve never known, but I always knew. So the wrongs you do now, are nothing new.