And now I'm a ghost, at the bottom of Kingston road. Just west of hell, just east of home. And as I sit here, overthink everything. Begin to over analyze just what It meant to me. Like I'm caught in the rain. A string of bad luck I should be used to this routine. But its the little things, that make me realise, I'm just tired of this scene.
With that being said, I wont make a stand. For something I dont believe in. WIth that being said I wont make a stand, for something I dont respect or believe in.
Another song about two feet, following your heartbeat. All of that is bullshit. Never got me through anything. ANYTHING AT ALL.
I 've got a lot of friends but it dont mean shit. It shows my inner beauty when I treat them like it. I'm always sad or I'm angry. They call it teen angst, so I guess it hasnt left me. I'm not my biggest fan and you should know that, I go back on my words like I never even said them.
One day, I'll be able to, lift more than just one finger...for you