This song was written while my parents were fighting
for one of the first times, one of the first times it
was really bad. really bad. this song doesn't have a
name...
My druken mom
My pissed off dad
Me in my room, waiting to escape
I lead this life against my will,
and I relieve my stress with heated glass
*Maybe someday I can leave
Go away to a place with no fighting and hate
Maybe somday I can end it all
if only my mind would let me*
Fighting parents and relentless work
I wanna say fuck it all and live my life
but instead it's lived for me
When I leave this plave called home,
I'll disappear into the masses like everyone before me
*chorus*
now I say
fuck them
fuck their rules
fuck their ideas
and fuck this place
This song was about how Teagan sucked at everything,
and I never named the song, and I never finished it.
That's why some parts of it are really lame. I don't
consider it an actual song. that was written when me
and teagan were just friends.
Everything you touch turns to black
don't touch me with that brutal smack
you have a way of fucking everything up
but you manage to live every day
*You're a live bad luck charm
and that's why I love you
you suck at living
and that's why I love you
you don't do anything right,
but please, don't fuck this up*
Your perception's flawed
your coordination's bad
if you sucked anymore
you'd be had
you got a good head on your shoulders
but not good enough
*chorus*
You just suck at living
(repeat)
this is my first non-punk song. I like this song, out
of all of them, this is the only one I'm proud of and
like. it's about my depression (duh) {Future me: Yeah, DUH! You IDIOT.}
something to hide
I, have something to hide
it, feeds upon my pride
I try to push it deeper and deeper
but it keeps on coming back
worse than before
*the pressure builds up
until I hate myself, nothing left to live for
it pushes and pushes until I cry
it'll all be over when I die*
as it burns away at my insides
I try to keep it from escaping
I can't take it anymore, anymore anymore
it keeps on pushing, pushing pushing
out of my little hidden door
*chorus*
even when I leave, it still haunts me
it's never going, always eating
all these people, so suffocating
this feeling inside, so goddamn irritating
my head, always fucking throbbing
why can't I just die and have it end now?