Was listening to Titanium by David Guetta and thought too much.
(-_-) (story of my life, XD)
They expect me to be bulletproof, but how can I?
Sure, I'm titanium, but titanium with gaping holes in it doesn't do much.
It's just overkill, that's it.
I can lose anything but myself, and I'm already lost.
But no one cares enough to find me, so they can't lose me.
The bullets don't ricochet, they go straight through me.
I don't know why I get back up, you just push me down again.
They expect me to be bulletproof, but how can I?
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My Thoughts In High School
RandomJust a collection of thoughts to get me through life, and hopefully will help you guys too! Note: I wrote this in my Freshman year (first year of high school in the United States), so the grammar is horrible, and it's cheesy, but I want to leave th...
