i'm cold and i'm ashamed, bound and broken on the floor
illusion never changed into something real
i'll get over you, i know i will
ill pretend my ships not sinking
and i'll tell myself i'm over you
'cause i'm the queen of wishful thinking
that's a good song. random to be in my blog because its not how i'm thinking at all.
i have a question... or fourth
1)what happens when everything you ever lived up for, everything you thought was in the green zone
just disappeared?
...because i'm starting to feel like shit
2)what happens when you start feeling like shit because of reasons yet to be discovered?
...because i'm going out of my mind
3)have you ever felt perfect?
...me either
there's no more time to reminisce
leave her on the streetcorner
she hitches a ride to nowhere
is the "worth it" moment holding her back?
a lost soul with thoughts that cant seem to get lost
shes in a dazed state of mind
shes in a dilemma
she just wants to be real.
she talks of breaks, crashes and burns.
she writes her tears in a beat down notebook.
she is the deathofbeauty.
she makes death look glamorous, and life look pitiful.
she is perfectly flawed.
she wears gas masks to protect herself from this intoxicating life.
she ran away from the life she knew... or she thought she knew.
she...is Death Of Beauty.
fourth and final question... where is she now?
i'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torn
you're a little late, i'm already torn
im so sick and tired, i need a break
a new start
because im just waiting,
but patience is lost, along with everything else
..i'm perfectly fine
f.i.n.e.
Fucked up. Insecure. Neurotic. Emotional.
its just who i am
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