Can I confess? That it wasn't my dress, That led you to see Me in my vest. Dress to impress, I do indeed. But not to be stripped And dipped in your sheets. So you see, Your desires, Are your OWN to keep.
"I don't like this, I don't want to be here" Well, add a "T" here or move on The PURSUIT of happiness is the right they mention Remember though, it's an emotion And just like every other one It too isn't healthy to always be on A better life is the big con Middle class gone Devide and conquer worked to perfection Mostly 'cause half the population Can't do long division Can't trust a single politician Corruption now the backbone of religion Founding fathers knew the importance of separation But those who've cherry pick the bible from generation to generation Now want the option too cherry pick the Constitution It no longer matters what's right and wrong Just belt out your fight song If you don't like something go get your march on Or hit the gong Pretend your conviction is strong And when your judgement comes along There's nothing you can do but end up where you belong
I feel, Tense. Nothing is wrong, But nothing makes sense. Things are, Intense. Overwhelmed By fear Locked in my head. Silly little scares, Born and bred. To fears of unknown, I can't comprehend.
i wonder why i keep looking for love in all the places i know i will not find it maybe it is not one last prayer to be wrong but rather surrender that i was right all along if i prove to myself that love does not exist by forcing myself into loveless places maybe knowing i never got any of it will hurt a little less
One idea, To a thousand thoughts. Some prove true, Others are false. Cruel or kind? Nobody can tell. Not even I, The creator of this shell. For my own, Are unknown, They choose, They decide. Leaving a complexity In our evergrowing mind.
someone i know was stuck in singapore when her father passed away in china and lately, i think i've developed a fear of flying, but for all of the wrong reasons
so while others' stomachs perform flips and all the engines and babies incessantly whine and while someone worries about their own death i sit, wholly at peace with the possibility of mine
but still terrified for everything after you drop me off i am so terrified to just board this plane and fly away every time i have to turn and leave home again i am terrified it will be the last time i see your face