| kids don't like to share #3 |
reading between the lines. if i wasn't such a dork, do you think you'll still love me? if i wasn't such a loser, do you think we could ever be? when the time was right, would you recognize me at all. even if you let me down would i get up from the fall. if the timing was wrong, would it even concern you? if you was as lonely as me, would you do it too? when it comes down to the last straw. do you care that i still walk down the same old halls. it happened over and over and once again. when i wake up tomorrow, could i still call you my friend. a stab in the back, a knife through the heart. if i go back to the past, i'd go to the start. change a story. change a lie. i would go back and start to try. a picture for a souvenier. one more reason to live through the year. i have to learn from my mistakes. i don't know why we had to be erased. i know i'm retarded. but we have to go back to where we started. and start to read between the lines. and maybe start to find. even more than before. we can search for something worth waiting for. school daze-c.m.s. i knew you liked me in freshman year of high school. alwaving waving, saying hi. you were in my first and second periods, science and history class. when i passed by, you always smiled. but maybe i was too scared to do anything back. maybe i was too young, too immature, too stupid. to know what was going on. cause nothing like this happened to me before. because i like girls, but they seem to think i don't exist. even when you walked with your friends you still smiled and said hi. once you were with your friends, walking up the stairs and i was walking down the stairs, you stopped and asked me for a picture of me. but i didn't have one. a couple of days later. you stopped waving, you smiled a couple of times, but eventually you stopped that too. you found someone else. i blew my chance. i know you liked him. i read it in the school books and on top the tables in school. but i will always know you liked me before you liked him. i lost. change love into hate. hello, fuck you. what are you doing here. with a headful of anger. not thinking right. a look at a person's face. a hearing of a familiar voice will push you over the edge. not knowing a person, thinking they're different, but you were very wrong. black and blue turning into red. a kick upside the head. what are you stupid. i'll kick you in the nuts. so much fucking hate toward this stupid fucking person. the victim was close, an innocent person all mixed up in something that they don't deserve. only one thing you fucking feel. not one thing this person say's will make you change the way you feel toward this person. a stupid remark can make you snap, sending them to the hospital will be giving them chance. and they act like nothing has happened. there is no changing your mind. no turning back. hate, hate, hate and more fucking hate. nothing can ever stop when already started to change love into hate. chances unheard. will i finally learn to walk away or would i just stand around. the same place for days will i ever stop feeling down. a low place to lie low. a place where no one knows. where i'm not here, there or anywhere. no one wants to find me. they could just let me be. someone who gets teased in school. someone who will never be cool. someone who got called names, but still felt ashamed. someone less to mention. someone who never got the attention. someone less then a nerd. someone that will never be heard. never had a chance, never had a voice. the popular kids never gave me a choice. no reason to live. no reason to give. not one reason. not one at all. every reason to fall. not one thats going to last. not even a voice to pull me back. an unheard dream. nothing here is what it seems. the future, nothing to be, nothing for me. never got to dance. never got a chance. i wont try because it's too damn late. compare the difference. all that i've seen, nothing but a dream. the words thats left unsaid. the time replaced. nothing to face. imaginations left in my head. my future is bleak. the days lasts a week. coming to an empty home. my life's a repeat, walking down the street, crowded roads but still alone. fistful of hate, nothing more to take. left without saying a word. gave it away, bothing to stay. your reason will never be heard. seventeen steps, a life of regret. my dreams are just wasting away. dying for more, more than before. no place that i want to stay. no place to go, no one i've known. that made me smile. times will change, rearrange the strange. away for miles and miles. look back at the past, look back at what i've had. will it ever end. looking through the fence, compare the difference. you've one again. not having fun, vote was six to one. losing in the race. don't know what i've got. dreams that i've lost. i have to find a better place. |
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