show me an empty world of apathy
no one cares about it
grow your garden in my backyard
no one cares about it
make a forest of anger inside their heads
and a desert of love inside their hearts
do you think someone cares about it?
you make me fall, you rip my soul apart
you break and shut my laughter down
turn up my moans and hear me cry
ignore them all then watch me die
look at me (pretend you love me)
smile to me (you hypocrite being)
the silent screams (faint sights)
show me whats real (destroy what is real)
show the truth (destroy the truth)
honesty? you want honesty?
truth? you want truth?
i'm learning to fall
i can't hardly breathe
when i'm going down
don't worry about me
don't try this at home
you said you don't see
i don't want to know that you know
it should have been me
fuck honesty
fuck truth
i don't understand you
you won't understand me
in three weeks you'll be gone
in this life you'll be gone
sure. i guess you could say i'm pissed off.
and i'm not giving you my opinion.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
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4 comments:
ive asked before but: do you always write about yourself?
i'm thinking this time it is. but i wonder who, out of us, sees the most.
think about that, for a minute.
hopefully it makes sense.
mhm
get it now?
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