music.
everyone that knows me irl know i love it
some even say my headphones are a part of my body now.
the lyrics, amazing.
the rhythm, top tier.
and i'm glad not a lot of people make fun of it.
yes, people do. but i'm used to it by now.
TX2.
"trust no one, not me. we're all just crooks and thieves. tell-tale, hearts will beat. until you're underneath." (Trust No One, TX2)
and i listen to him. i don't trust anyone. because one wrong move could lead to them telling everyone my secrets.
Ethan Bortnick
"You spilled your guts on the counter, while I cooked whatever you wanted" (arsonists, Ethan Bortnick)
arsonists. listen if you'd like, i don't care.
but the whole song amazes me. i relate to it. i won't put all the lyrics here, but you can check it out if you want.
that specific lyric leaves me speechless.
it was me last year, and it's starting again this year.
about how people just use me, and toss me away.
like a notebook.
once they're done, they crumple it up and throw it away. never to be seen again. until someone else picks it up and cleans it.
the notebook is brand new now.
they just own it for a while, to get a feel of it.
they begin to use it, and the cycle continues.
find, use, throw away, repeat.
find, use, throw away, repeat.
until the notebook gets so worn out,
it's not useable anymore.
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Randombasically my thoughts put into a little small story. school drama, but with fake names. stuff like that. other times it would just be rants and stuff. cover not mine! all of these will have FAKE names. if your name is on this, it's a misunderstandin...
