They say that they don't care, so my real feelings I wont share
Its a ride I want to take even though I shouldn't go there
But that sucks like a vacuum and I refuse to be trapped in a vortex
So let freedom ring until I answer the phone and it better not be a wrong number
Or I'll fall into a slumber dreaming about my wildest wonders
Which will be ended by the reality of my awakening
As I prepare to face the day I turn my back on the dark just hoping not to get stabbed in it
Who am I kidding its called the dark for a reason and it was never my friend so technically it can't betray me
I still feel like I'm going crazy anything sane just doesn't phase me
My words are like lightning that only strikes nerves so if I struck one don't be shocked
I forgot how to swim after I jumped off the dock
But my memory wouldn't let me drown so I swam back to shore
That's where I saw sally selling seashells and she gave me one for free in hopes that I would be well
I'm not sick for real I'm just sick of stuff like this
So whoever has the cure for bad luck can heal me
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