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Why. Why is it so hard to understand. You all have had it happen to you. So then why when it comes to me you find it so hard to comprehend. Why should I be any different.
You know, sometimes it's hard, having to be on the outside, sometimes, you have to be your own best friend, but for some people you have friends on the outside, just waiting there patiently with you,...
#atozofme A. Artsy. B. Bats (pretty cool?!) C. Canterbury. D. Darkness (emoish much?) E. Elves (as in Magical Elves!. The chocolate?) F. Fox' scare me. G. Grey. H. Hyper (most of the time) I.
-feel free to make your own list like this. Tag it #atozofme (if you can't think of one leave it blank :3)- #atozofme A- Adventure Time. ADAM YOUNG.
You. Him. Her. Me. Everyone the same. Everyone searching, Crawling through this game, The soiled words of life, Told over and over again, OVERUSE IS FRACTURE. Now there is no meaning left. You. Him.
I love. I hate. I cannot control my fate. I laugh. I cry. I don't know when I'll die. I succeed. I fail. But I have never been to jail. I go silent. I scream. I see butterflies in my dreams. I give.
Thinking of myself I seldom do Not to say I'm selfless for that Is surely false But thinking of myself I find I'm quite angsty A little bit down Or maybe just angry, Pissed at the world Just like...
Porcelain skin, Pink, pale lips, Sparkling, green eyes, Curvy hips, Brunette, wavy hair, Gently brushed through, Light, long eyelashes, Long, dress blue.
[Chorus] My code, I thought was when my heart became frozen and cold and when I showed no, emo-tion in all my songs.
As you sit there moulding your character Sculpturing his intentions, directing his reflection, naming his corrections, giving him false direction...
what color are your eyes. I didn't take the time to notice. could they be grey, icy-cold and match mine. or are they brown like my mothers. are they a deeper blue than the depths of the ocean.
Many things. Many places. Abundance of laughter. And familiar faces. Many hearts. Filled with love. Many have faith. From up above. Many are different. Many are kind. No matter who I've chosen to be.
Me and I We are the same Yet so different The same mind Yet we think apart How can this be.
#household I was once sad and lonely, Having nobody to comfort me. So I wore a mask that always smiled; To shadow my feelings behind a lie.
I'm trending,. My clothes, my hair,. I'm trending,. Just because I'm rare,. I'm followed,. By fans and by haters,. I'm followed,. Amongst the spectators,. I'm judged,. Throughout every day,.
Awaiting.
Die Richtung. du kannst dich umdrehen und wegsehen. du kannst aufstehen und weggehen. du kannst dich hinlegen und tot stellen. bis sie kommen und dich auszählen.
Cracked and broken. Now put back together. This is me. After being under the weather. Talkative and attentive. Not to forget loud. I wear my quirkiness as a shield. Of that I'm quite proud.
This is real. This dirt under perfect fingernails. Perfect scratches down. Barbie plastic skin. This is real. Like a bomb that can't quite explode. A verse that just couldn't come.
The person who loves you has picked you out of the great mass of uncreated clay which is humanity to make something out of, and the poor lumpish clay which is you wants to find out what it has been...
We use the word home a bit too freely. So I ask myself where is my home really. Is it the house I grew up in, soon to be left behind. Or is it the one I'll move into when its my time.
To not recognise your reflection, Is to lose track of yourself. A confusing mental projection Can be bad for your health. The stranger in the mirror, The shadow on the wall.
I never write about me... I guess it's 'cause I can't sum it up too well at all (and I'd probably end up rambling and depressing you all!!.
I'm a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde type, one minute I'm quiet and boring and the next I'm bouncing off the walls and probably very annoying.