The sky has decided to drop me Into the fate of gravity, Crashing into you arms Where you chose, To let go. Now I’m free falling Way past the stars Into the dark Where I’m learning to fly In love with My lonely
I followed this world I thought it would make me cool I followed the beat of its music Thinking it was fun I followed its people Because they seemed to know best But one day I realised That the world was wrong That it’s music was bad That it’s people were insane So I followed My world Knowing that I am better than cool I made up my own beat-filled music Because it lets me have real fun And I live my life Because my heart is right I have my own life And I don’t need society tearing me down
What am I? I am that friend that will stay awake with you until four in the morning to talk you off the ledge, or to listen to you vent. I am that friend that you can ***** over hundreds of times, and I will get over it to give you another chance. Even if you don't deserve it. I am that friend that wants nothing more than for you to be happy and content with your life and yourself. I am that friend that does absolutely everything in my power to make you understand how amazing you are. I am that friend that hates to see my friends broken.
What am I not? I am not that friend that others will stay awake with to talk off the ledge or listen to my vents. I am not that friend that will ***** you over a hundred times. I am not that friend that people give a rat's *** if they're happy or content. I am not that friend that is asked if I'm okay. I literally have to get it out on my own to someone because no one cares. I am not the first choice friend, family member, or person. I am not the funniest person. I am not popular. I'm not gorgeous. I'm not brilliant. I'm not skinny.
I am there for myself to pick my own pieces off the ground. Everyone else has their own problems to deal with, why should I ask them to help me with mine?