most of my post are private.
im done with tumblr. this will be my final post. im stuck in this weird mode…. i dont know if ill ever be the same again. i dont know man. ive been doing so much, ive been working so hard and everyday i wear this fake face to pass off that im ok. the other day someone saw my arm and asked about my scars. i couldnt lie. it was pretty clear what i wrote on my arm. i cant hide it. but yeah i hope you enjoy this song. i wrote another piece called “writing to reach you” but i remembered there was a song i use to listen to called that. its pretty much describes how i feel. goodbye tumblr. this is my leave
Girls complaining about guys
The difference between me and you is that im actually doing something. all you girl are just sitting and waiting for for some prince charming to sweep you off your feet! ………… give him something worth sweeping or get swept up into the dust pan.
All im saying is……..
ill try to get you to notice me when im a success
they doubled my grant, sold a shit load of ur hoodies, and won 2 awards. it took me two days of hard work but im doing this for you. i want you to know im doing this for you. they said imagine if bernard started this a month ago. i surprise myself sometimes but it hasnt even begun yet. im not finished. notice me again……. im not nothing. im not a no body. im not your past. im not invisible. i cant disappear. im not a shame.
she blows with the blue ocean and i fly with the blue sky
we live a life of blue but our lives are completely different
i got 11/11 written on my arms
im wishing for something
scratch that
i just need to feel something
im crashing and burning
tossing and turning
its another sleepness night
i thought i was the one distant
but youre the one walking away
i thought that youd never leave
because you said youd always stay
I look back at what i had
to see where i went wrong
I didnt know who i see
i havent been me in so long
im working at my self
im building new walls
after the ones that came down
after that horrible fall
i use to write to reach you
but now im writing just to fill these holes
i write just to write now
because its my new home.
theyll always be a seat for you here
right here next to me
if your every cold and lost
feel warmth of you and me
-i want you to know
youre welcome here with me anyday
no matter how long i have to wait
goes the judge
he bangs his mallet down.
crash goes the hammer
shakes the whole damn town.
bones shiver at the sounds
16 year old boy hell bound.
Take another go at the merry go round
this your last chance
this your last chance
waste away on an empty hand
heres your last chance
heres your last chance
breathe a puff of puffy air
this your last breath
no one shed a tear
life gave me some lemons
and im baking a fucken pie with that shit.
youre so vain, but this song is about you
keep your chances, swallow your voice.
tired of hearing the same songs
but you wanna sing something new.
this aint about love honey,
this aint about you.
carla sings to tell you
you only had your eyes on your heart.
but my eyes where at clouds with my coffee.
even though i knew you prefered your fruit tea
i payed no mind.
now im singing a song to tell you, this is about you
turning back to see how far youve gone.
leave your sorrows at your old home.
come back to see what the ashes left.
This is your home no more.
humble me, never hurt nobody.
its just me.
looking down, im at your feet.
do you hear the songs playing?
i only hear them in my sleep.
im forever asleep, so these song are constantly
replaying in my dreams.
