"Bottles smash, I raise my hand
How can you all even stand it
Why is there joy in this poison, oh
Faking smiles and confidence
Driving miles to capture this excitement
I can't take anymore, oh
You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes.
I am in hell."
-We Don't Have To Dance by Andy Biersack (Andy Black)
I've been kinda obsessed with this song...
also I would like to say that my spring break Orlando trip made me wanna stay there forever like cAN I JUST LIVE THERE, PLEASE??? THAT WAY I CAN HAVE WIZARDING ADVENTURES AND OTHER ADVENTURES WITH PETER PAN AND ALICE ALL I WANT!
*cough* sorry.
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Feelings Kept Inside
PoesiaThese are feelings that I always feel and deal with, but never say (Thoughts, poems, music lyrics, and quotes that describe how I feel)
