December 4th, 2008
Find someone else to do that with.
I don't want to do it anymore.
It's no fun.
Find someone else to do that with.
I don't want to do it anymore.
It's no fun.
There's this uneasy feeling inside me.
My heart's beating twice as hard to circulate that blood.
My jaw has never felt more tired.
My chest is feeling tighter than ever
And breathing is no longer automatic.
Slowly, my body is shutting down,
and at some point, I won't be able to stop it from doing so.
It's all a lie,
to persuade me,
to make me look like the bad guy
because you know I'm gullible,
and foolish at that.
And I'm going to stop believing it.
None of it is sincere,
just overused and overrated.
I'm tired of hearing it,
because it means nothing at all to me,
just empty words.
Someday somewhere someone else will hear those words
and find meaning in them.
I'm not going to try to find anything in it
because it's not worth my time
to believe in excuses.
I already have enough of those.
We're just looking for something in the wrong place.
If I'm going to be the bad guy now,
I might as well be the bad guy to the end.
Breaking hearts, saving murderers, and fighting the good.
I'm only seventeen.
I just want to be free.