| scumbag kids don't like to share wmf tulips #1, #2, #3, #4 |
| #3 in the shadows of a corner. you can't seem to realize whats going wrong today. you're lost in a daze for days and you don't know where you are going to end up. without the knowledge of knowing where you're going, you're only going to find out that you're not going anywhere. lost in a shuffle, underneath the rubble of your ordinary life. you try to reach out to anyting that is willing. without seeing who it is, you're already lost again. you can't seem to find the way out of this place. you've misplaced all the faces that want only to help you out. with the faces only trying to hold you down. you can't seem to trust anyone anymore. and it's been getting to the point you can't trust yourself. you placed yourself so low. your standards seems so far out of reach. it hurts you to even think what will become of you. you hide yourself in fear, against the wall, in the corner, underneath the shadow of your life. i know you're there because i am standing next to you. i know where you've been cause i've been there before. i know it's hard to live a life you don't want, but as long as i am here, i wont let go. because i know what you are capable of doing and i'm not going to let you end up like how i was before you found me. i wont let that happen. not to you. 3:17am and drunk. it is 3:17am in the morning and you are singing "say it ain't so". to my surprise over these past few days. i never knew you liked that song. we learn something everyday.with another drink we ask ourselves "where do we go from here". when we feel like the best times only happen when we're drunk. we seem a little happierwhen we feel warm inside. we seem to losen up and feel a little more alive when we just let everything go. with every mistake we make it makes us think that maybe one day we will get this right. #4 stuck in the middle. i'm falling, i'm failing. my eyes look toward the ground and in my head i'm screaming. i fail myself everytime i open my eyes. i look at you and die a little each time. i'm too scared to be happy. i'm too scared to try. i'm too scared to succeed in my very own life. i'm too scared to lose. i'm too scared to win. when being alone is so much more comforting. apathy is my only friend. as it will be by my side in the end. i'm stuck in the middle of birth and death. i'm too scared to move as it will take away my last breath. my eyes are open, but my mouth is glued shut. whatever i do, wherever i go. i will always be stuck. locked, lost, trapped and broken. overdosing sleeping pills and alcohol and the thought to never be awoken. coma indused then flatlining. my smile will be seen when i am dying. pull the plug and let me travel towards the light. so i wont be stuck in the middle of an ordinary life. this cold concrete floor. i want to start all over but i don't know where to start. a thousand wasted hours from this cold dead heart. revive it and see, the person that i could be, if i only started to believe in myself. i felt the hurt of this cold concrete floor that i've been on for way too long. pick me up, dust the dirt from my shirt and show me a sign to tell me i'll be fine. make me start to believe in a person that i could be. make me see a different side of me. one who chooses to not give up. one with all the luck. one who i could trust. a person that i could be proud to say. i will be the man that i always knew i could be. |
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