Call me
Some place where the air you breathe
Turns to cold drops of ice cold water
Some place where the houses are covered in decorative ice
Making the wood crack
Some place so beautiful it's hard to breath
You don't want to breathe
You're afraid the beauty will dissapear
If you breath on it with your air
Your air
That has travelled such a long way
Your air that is as ugly as you are
As foul, gross and disgusting
You're afraid it will melt the ice
Maybe set the houses on fire
The world you're from is so much moore destroyed
So filthy
Ugly
Rotten
Used up
But the worst part about it is you
You are all of those things and moore
Worse
If only you could ceas to exist
But still be left here
So you could see
What beauty would be
If only you
Weren't there to destroy it all
God, you really hate this
Don't you?
That's wrong
All of your thoughts are wrong
The only thing that isn't wrong
Is you
You might not see the beauty you possess
But trust me someone will
Someone with different eyes
Eyes that aren't filled with filth
Like your eyes are
Turns to cold drops of ice cold water
Some place where the houses are covered in decorative ice
Making the wood crack
Some place so beautiful it's hard to breath
You don't want to breathe
You're afraid the beauty will dissapear
If you breath on it with your air
Your air
That has travelled such a long way
Your air that is as ugly as you are
As foul, gross and disgusting
You're afraid it will melt the ice
Maybe set the houses on fire
The world you're from is so much moore destroyed
So filthy
Ugly
Rotten
Used up
But the worst part about it is you
You are all of those things and moore
Worse
If only you could ceas to exist
But still be left here
So you could see
What beauty would be
If only you
Weren't there to destroy it all
God, you really hate this
Don't you?
That's wrong
All of your thoughts are wrong
The only thing that isn't wrong
Is you
You might not see the beauty you possess
But trust me someone will
Someone with different eyes
Eyes that aren't filled with filth
Like your eyes are
And I wish I didn't care
I sometimes dream that life is wonderful
No, I always dream that
That's why I hate waking up
Soooo much
Life is not something I long for when I wake up
Not light or bright or fun or great
Life is grey
Life is a lifelong pain
A road filled only by let downs and dissapointment
My mother once compared life to a painting
Stating that our greef, is the grey and black in this painting
And that we needed it, beacuse no good painting is without grey and black
No cloud is without shadows
But I beg to differ
I think that life is a painting, sure
But it is made of grey and black
And our happy moments are the light colours and white
For they are much moore rare
And I can't say that my life is built on happiness and that light colours are a certanity
In my life it's the black colours that are a certanity
No, I always dream that
That's why I hate waking up
Soooo much
Life is not something I long for when I wake up
Not light or bright or fun or great
Life is grey
Life is a lifelong pain
A road filled only by let downs and dissapointment
My mother once compared life to a painting
Stating that our greef, is the grey and black in this painting
And that we needed it, beacuse no good painting is without grey and black
No cloud is without shadows
But I beg to differ
I think that life is a painting, sure
But it is made of grey and black
And our happy moments are the light colours and white
For they are much moore rare
And I can't say that my life is built on happiness and that light colours are a certanity
In my life it's the black colours that are a certanity
All these things that I've done
Why do I know exactly what to do, and yet I never do that? Never ever. I have all these great plans for how I'm going to make up with lost friends, do things that after all will result in my well-being. Why do I ignore them? That's just stupid. So very stupid.
I kind of wish I could hurt myself. I would if I had my own place, but I don't. Maybe for the better. I'm not really afraid for pain, if I'm the one hurting myself. It's the lack of control that can scare me. The pain it self is most of the time quite bearable.
Indeed.
My bestest of best friends is in town today, (Probably not yet thought) but I still miss her. I wish I had more than one person with whom I could be myself. It is ofcourse possible for me to be myself with everyone, but it never goes well. I mean who really wants to hang out with a cynical, cold, closed up, angry, immature bitch? Aspecially when I can turn myself into a positive, cute, self loving, mature friend. That's right, not a soul.
Well, that's all I guess. No one reads this anyway so who cares? Not me
I kind of wish I could hurt myself. I would if I had my own place, but I don't. Maybe for the better. I'm not really afraid for pain, if I'm the one hurting myself. It's the lack of control that can scare me. The pain it self is most of the time quite bearable.
Indeed.
My bestest of best friends is in town today, (Probably not yet thought) but I still miss her. I wish I had more than one person with whom I could be myself. It is ofcourse possible for me to be myself with everyone, but it never goes well. I mean who really wants to hang out with a cynical, cold, closed up, angry, immature bitch? Aspecially when I can turn myself into a positive, cute, self loving, mature friend. That's right, not a soul.
Well, that's all I guess. No one reads this anyway so who cares? Not me
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Andyour face has become a strangers to me
When I see you, at last I don't see me
When I see you, at last I don't see me
