| independence..individuality.......inspiration.
sometimes we need it so badly that we make it ourselves by ruining the best things in our life. and all of this just to have a change. change. no matter who it hurts. its been said so perfectly before: all the good times that past and all the friends we lose in a lifetime on our way. thats really all it is. my life, my way, your loss, goodbye. too many people get hurt by those they're closest to...the people they depend on...the people they love. and i'm so sick of it. we know this lesson so well that by the time we're 20 we expect it from our loved ones...we expect to be let down. i'm so afraid to think. soco amaretto lime...especially the chorus and the parenthesis. there are so many memories that i wish didn't hurt. i won't make anymore. we can teach each other to love. i promise i will always be there. i won't lose you...don't lose me. |
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| hypocrites suck and so do you |
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| yesterday i went outside with my mamas mason jar, caught a lovely butterfly when i woke up today, looked in on my fairy pet, she had withered all away no more sighing in her breast. im sorry for what i did, i did what my body told me to i didnt mean to do you harm. everytime i pin down what i think i want it slips away there it goes slips away. smell you on my hands for days i cant wash away your scent, if im a dog then youre a bitch, i guess youre as real as me. baby i can live with that baby i need fantasy, life of chasin butterfly. im sorry for what i did, i did what my body told me to i didnt mean to do you harm. everytime i pin down what i think i want it slips away there it goes slips away. i told you i would return when the robin makes his nest but i aint ever comin back im sorry |
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| dude. doritos. make a doritos house and call me...i'll eat it. and the mongolian too no thanks to chops.
you see summers here.....and i've wasted 41 and a half hours playing paper mario and all those precious hours only lead me to the purple shadow at the end who can eat my hp like they were...i don't know...doritos or something (buh dum chh). and when i finally do beat this evil devil i'm going to take all the games because the addict causes the addiction.
its definitely smells like summer again. sweaty, and sunny, and itchy. therefore, summer is only good after dark....as is everything else. |
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