Life’s too short to fucking worry like this.
it depends how long
your heart will want me for
i guess i can’t be the judge
for you don’t even know
what you want in your future
in full perspective, now.
i can understand though,
although what else should you expect?
for me to not understand,
and break up with you instead?
break up with me now
if you don’t think it’ll work out
that’ll make it easier on me
especially if you can know
as soon as can be.
if you want your lust
priveleges back, then go ahead
leave me now
i’d rather live and be alone
than have you as mine
as well as being shallow
you claim i’m the only one you see
but you could be looking at others
the same way you look at me
you could be free again,
you could want your freedom back again
and oh, trust me i understand
it’s how people “work”, right?
it’s how we make amends.
it’s how everyone’s brains conceive things
we change for the best or the worst
you just gotta know what and who you want
as a consistency in your life
for you’ll be a much happier being
unless you want freedom all your life
that’s okay too though
you made the choice.
i made the choice to be with you
and you made the choice too
you made a choice to drink
i made the choice to cut my skin through
we made the choice to hurt each other
even if it wasn’t right.
but i thought to myself
what all makes us different.
we listen to each other
we’re passionate about our love.
we’re everything i’d ever hope for
in a healthy relationship.
trust needs to be revived
but i’m sure we’ll survive.
sure, we’ll survive with every choice we make.
if we were to lose each other,
what’s really at stake?
There’s a possibility
There’s a possibility
All that I had was all I gon’ get
There’s a possibility
There’s a possibility
All I gon get is gone with your step
So tell me when you hear my heart stop,
You’re the only who knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There’s a possibility
I wouldn’t know
Know that when you leave
Know that when you leave
By blood and by mean
You walk like a thieve
By blood and by mean
I fall when you leave
So tell me when you hear my heart stop,
You’re the only who knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There’s a possibility
I wouldn’t know
Tell me when my sigh is over
You’re the reason why I’m close
Tell me if you hear me falling
There’s a possibility
It wouldn’t show
By blood and by mean
I fall when you leave
By blood and by mean
I follow your lead
new set of mind
i set my mind to more fine lines
it’s crazy how my brain never stops
it never stops thinking of solutions
solutions to problems
solutions to things i long for
solutions to things
that even i’m unconscious of choosing
it makes the decision to change
my ways, or my days
from hot to cold
from emotional to a better state that
i should have been in, instead.
she’s too emotional, she’s too sensitive
she’s too sentimental
it’s hard to not believe
the things you’ve heard people say
throughout your whole life
fuck them anyways, they’ll never
have the heart to really understand.
the ones who claimed they really knew
they really knew “the real you”
it’s bullshit though
it only caused pain
it only caused mistrust in
believing people are selfless
-the ones who didn’t care
as much as you thought
the ones who left me behind
to move on with their better life
i’m trying my best
but you don’t know half of it
half of the thoughts that go through my head
it’s so hard to keep on thought though
they come and go so quickly
small frame flat chest
i wait here for my eyes to rest
can’t sleep from the heat
i let my tears fall on the sheet
talk to myself
talk myself to death
i’ll tell myself a million times
“you’re ok, it’ll be ok”
“you’re ok, it’ll be ok”
“you’re ok, it’ll be ok”
“you’re ok, it’ll be ok”
‘cause there’s no such thing
as a white knight in shining armor
my father was always the guy
who assured me he’d be there one day
but who’s to say it’s a real fantasy
i don’t mean to cry so much
it’s from anger, from being torn
from the doubts of people caring
i told myself today
no one cares as much as they say
i guess i just learned
that with wear and tear, people can change their minds
they change their minds
because we’ve become accustomed
to the lifestyle that that’s okay
it’s not me, though
and i’m okay with that.
i don’t fit in that crease
where all the typical people and relationships meet
i don’t fit in the hole where people need to dig themselves out and start over
i don’t fit in where people change their minds
they refuse to believe me
refuse to believe me
refuse to believe anything different then to what
they’ve been raised
which is why no one cares
only about themselves
it’s something we’re fit to do
something our elders left us behind
but it’s not fair
what about a different piece of mind?
