for better or for worse, it never meant a thing.
I have every right to set the world on fire right now. But that would be so selfish of me. Why should I care? It’s never given me anything I deserve.
I’ve given up every piece of me, and they all have taken it so selfishly. I have nothing left to give. I expect nothing in return, why would they? They only think of themselves.
Let go they say. Let it all go. But how? They have something of mine. Its easier said than done. When you’re tired and all you can do is run.
How long will you run?
'till my feet bleed' i used to say. Not today.
It’s my turn now to stay. Take all thats yours, but leave me behind. Swallow up your lies, and don’t look back because I won’t be kind.
Walk away and listen to me say,
you were never mine.
because of all the things i usually want either never existed, are long gone, or dissolve the moment i have it within my finger tips. For instance, You can’t bring my dad back from the dead and for the rest of my examples I’ll leave the rest unsaid.
the fact that i am not going to New York is still swarming my brain and making me upset.
cheers to turning 22.
i never get what i want anyways.