I don’t care one bit, it’s just how I feel.
I remember my mother saying, “One day you will wake up and that love will be gone. Don’t worry, nothing is wrong with that.”
Shit Americans say according to Japanese students
Go in head down.
You can’t wish it away. People die alone everyday. You say it’s one thing, but it’s all the same. The silhouette in my head. The dream that dropped dead. Killed every night or every morning. Everything is boring. I want to be just like you. Wear the pants and the shoes and take the pictures but I sing the blues. Share this emptiness. Look into my eyes and tell me that it’s all right. “It’s okay, Tomorrow is here and I am going to stay.”
I can’t explain how lonely I felt at the time. She was running reckless all through my mind.
To often do I think about biting on metal and quoting my favorite story.
You’re lonely like me.