I don't mean to write like this
I don't try to kiss
What happened in real life
With a sharp knife
I don't mean to do it
There's just this pit
Of pain that seems to fight
For its way to the right
Spot in the story
It's just territory
Of such a pain
So deep, so clear in the window pane
I don't mean to write like this
I simply try to harness
What happened in real life
It's not ment to swim in my story's with a thief
I don't mean to do it
It's just what seems to fit
Pain that's seems to fight
To make itself right
Spots in a story
It's just temporary
Of such a pain
I planed it before you looked at the window pane
I'm sorry
It's how I feel, no need to worry
It's all on me
No need to worry
A/N: It's not that great, but it's my attempt at explaining that I planned basically what happened before it did. I don't mean to make it sound like it's based off of real life events or what I think of them. These things are mostly how I think about myself quite honestly.
