Thursday, November 10
1:32 AM;
backspace.
living in the past.
i love to tell my old stories
i'll be needing some time.
Slowly I'm breaking down, feeling weak
I'm thinking about the higher ground I wish to seek
For the safeness, for the realness
Break it down simple
Silent in the dark, I think I'm nutty
With your swords of emotions slashing and leaving me bloody
Now I'm trippin, my problems turn to battles
I'm up shit creek and guess what, without a paddle
Just shut up and die
Because I'm not afraid to derail.
I won't get in line or be a middle man anymore.LIKE YOU CARE.