Roundabout
Roundabout, Around and around and around we go, I don't know, How to get off, do you.
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Roundabout, Around and around and around we go, I don't know, How to get off, do you.
Is there anyone else like me. In this world that seems so lonely. Is there anyone just for me. I just want someone to know me. Is there anyone else like me. On this planet that seems so bleak.
{bit abstract...} Sometimes Stuck On the cusp of reality. Wondering Pondering My state of Mortality.
1 reason to live. 2 attempts at death. 3 shots of vodka. 4 long deep breaths. 5 tablets taken. 6 steps outside. 7 texts ignored. 8 minutes since no5. 9 tablets later. 10 missed calls.
Today is the day that my life takes on a different path. I long for the stability of my past, only to be greeted by the constant imagery of things that once resembled my life.
Is this the end. Does that which hurt us make the fury burning deep inside fueled to a degree that is not logical.
You wake up and expect everything to be perfect. Just for a split-second. But in that second everything is different, everything is perfect, then it all shatters and reality sets in.
I like to hurt myself like this sometimes.
Stripped of valor, stripped of hope. Take this job, take this rope. Work until your lifes a chore. Slave until theres nothing more. Forget the dreams that you once had. Forget ambitions, just be glad.
There all against me, Control of myself fading, Lost in a world of thoughts, Sadness, hate are radiating, They don't care, They never have, Getting ready for me to die, So they stuff me away into a...
The world is so full of shit, Born and raised by hypocrites, When they make you feel like nothing, Remember, love, it'll all be forgotten.
A certain disposition. That’s all I ever think about these days. How one’s disposition can be easily misinterpreted and so quickly accused of forgery of oneself.
Ideally beauty should always be within a person first and foremost. True beauty comes from the inside or so it is often expressed. However, what constitutes beauty on the inside.
We never really said anything important. I think it was already there, hanging in the silence. Or maybe we were just afraid of the answers.
The people have turned against me. And I don't know what to do. For the stars are ever shining. And the sky is ever blue. The rivers are still running. And the mountains, they still stand.
Don't know what to do. I'm stuck in flux. I've had a bit to drink. Maybe I've had too much. My head is feeling dizzy. There's a sickness in my gut. I'm not sure where I am. I'm stuck in a rut.
I woke with a start. My legs jerking upwards and I reached back with my arms trying to pull myself up. Why was everything white. Everything was fucking white.
I'm the kind of guy Who'll give everything he's ever owned Not on a ploy ,to get some hot new toy , to bone There is only one purpose & only One Alone- I'm a sick boy , Call it being ...
The start My Grim Life Chapter one I had survived another day; I woke up as normal, shaved, showered and dressed in my cheap suit as normal.
Are we all the same. An enigma that filters itself around the world is individuality. Are we unique. Can we ever be unique. "I swear by God, and bide by law..." does this sentence still have meaning.
I prayed for a God. But he did not deliver. I prayed for another. But I was left with shivers. I prayed for a third. But was left in confusion. Found a fourth. But then he didn't offer a solution.
It's time to change. To write new plans. My life feels wrong. Coasting too long. My path has gone. My soul forlorn. It's not my reality. This isn't my destiny. I question my fate.
'In the eeeend, as we fade into the night. Ooooh whoaooaaa. Who we'll tell the story of your LIIIIIFE!' Sometimes, I can see an image of a girl dangling her legs over a cliff edge.
The world is shifting beneath my feet, breaking and falling apart. Everywhere I gaze there's an eerie crack splitting the sidewalk in half.