i'm an open book but some of my pages have glued together it's like I can feel the blood beating out of my veins while your fingerprint fades away
and every break up song I could ever write has already been written because all the love I've ever felt has been cliché that fit something out of a show or fairytale or movie (that didn't have a happy ending) and those stories you were taught as a child about stereotypes and the who's who what am I supposed to do when things can get so construed and I have no way of reading anymore and every story seems to have the same ending while we all stretch and bend the truth and the things we hold inside while blurry thoughts misguide or help to get out what's on our mind next day, back to the same old grind
with heavy hands and a mind with wings let's see what a new day brings
Spotify could become a dating app where it matches you with a person who listens to the same songs as you.
Like a true nature’s child, we were born. Born to be wild.
This is my latest drawing that started as a self portrait, and went on a journey of its own.
Drew this for a friend. I've never really tried my hand at drawing, I always only considered myself an artist of words.
I'm trying to draw something for each of my friends. 2 down.
It’s understandable, you see I broke your trust in me When we first met, engaged were we But now I guess is your chance to get back at me You chose to hide, you lied The trust is dust The life I live has turned to rust
Maybe I just drove you crazy Drive myself right off the bridge Off the grid to render my sins Just do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage The silence screams of tortured tongues Careful to open with words too heavily broken I chase the wind in hopes to find The ghosts creeping all through my mind That run wild and wish me dead Will I ever get out of my head?
When you question everything that runs through your head When you could pull an all-nighter, or maybe go to bed Sometimes life catches you by surprise Or you won’t survive the sunrise I’m flushed. I’m pumped. About to explode. Beating and busting out of my chest My heart screams and my hands ache Deciding how much more I'm willing to take These black and white feelings bruised me I've got shaky knees and a head rush I never thought I'd miss you so much I miss the feeling of grinding teeth While I grind the gears ever-connecting in my mind Who cares if I’m biting down all the time? Still bodies harbor these racing thoughts Chasing things I ought to not Too far from home, I was born to roam I was born to spill lines out on these shattered streets Where Hell and harmony finally meet
i don’t know what to do
i can feel my bones cracking
my lifeless body clinging on to every little inch
of happiness, of breath,
of even the smallest movements i have
that remind me of you
because how could i ever forget
no matter what decision i try to make
no matter how much i try to fake
it just through the day
and i can taste what i ate this morning
and i can feel the tug on my back
and i can feel your pull on me from every side
i can feel you in my chest like i want to spit you up
and hold you so close at the same time
and i can’t sleep anymore
and sometimes i can’t even breathe
because you keep me there
in another world like i’m not really here
like i never have to sleep or breathe and
i can just be with you
growing like a rose
god, how could you let it be this close?
if you were really there why?
why would you give me this decision to make
to turn me into a murderer
make me into some torturer
of my own body and my own self care
just know you’ll always be a special one
you’ll always be my number one
my first, my always in debt
my knot around my finger so i never forget
but i can feel my body beneath me crumbling
i can feel my words fumbling
making the wrong things come out
making me scream and shout
when i don’t want to anymore
i don’t want to fight anymore
Slipping cigarettes Slipping in and out of time With nothing but a one track mind Watching all my thoughts unwind While I fall more and more behind
Every day seems to get a little more rough A little more tough With calloused knees and broken dreams What I offer just isn’t enough
To make a break To keep from breaking my spirit Pushing past my limits Spilling lines and spitting lyrics I’ve just got to make it one more day Just think of one more way To make things right and make it far See my name in lights like a shining star