As he looks up in the sky he sighs and wonders he gapes and almost staggers lost He sees one surviving star shinning brighter than the wandering lot casting his thoughts like fish net he makes a wish to his loved ones maybe they laughed at the old terrible joke of the palm squeezing greeting Or cried about another broken *** The kids must really be my blood And maybe she laughed the same terrible laugh Or grimaced in similar ancient grief Lined across her fore head the day l last saw her
What if we couldn't think in our head How loud would the world be? How gruesome, disgusting and torturous. How many people would be betrayed? How many would stay truthful? How many songs, poems, dreams, and nightmares would become general knowledge? What if we spoke our minds without fear? What if we could not lie. How terrible that would be.
So I did a few things wrong So I acted kind of strange Why tell these things to me While hiding behind a screen? Well you were gonna come to my door You were gonna tell me it there But oh? Guess what? I had other places to be. I wrapped my life around all of you You mentioned how I acted like the world revolved around me, but I did But I wasn't and now I have to pay I quit piano lessons and never joined a club I ignored Bible Study Just to talk to you I waited and I waited But no one ever came To say goodbye to me before I flew away So instead of saying 'I'll miss you' You're saying '*******' And I did everything I could and tried to make you happy But my past that spilled from my lips Made you hate me all so much and the way I was just ****** you all off more Sorry for being a **** up But that doesn't mean I'm going to **** it all up
I'm sorry to be ****** but recently a friend sent me a hate message for being a person. I feel terrible 'cause some of it's true but really, what a petty *****.