This time; I'm going to be quiet.
All my comments were not meant to be made into legend
A pie chart causes more paranoia
I don't want the title as being not who I am; quiet
This time, no, last time I fell before becoming who I want
I'm coming soon, bread in bed, and love in the kitchen
Aint nothing less than feeling moreover when you're second
I was petrified trying to not give up my kisses
Dark sides to my smile, nothing to be scared about
Locked up from my chest down cause of imagery
Scenario's are the main thing to be tricking
The brain I own is trying to knock me off my grind
Yellow dress just to drop all these jaws down to the concrete
All this hate is bad for your health
Cookies & cream
A great combination with a side of fries
As a little kid my feelings were trapped in a cell
I remember going around pretending I'm Dora The Explorer
I never got to explore this world
My uncle never hugged me before he made himself go
All I know is what isn't happening
Pretending people love me, but I'll just wish from a distance
A force field prevented my happiness from crossing
2010
Have you seen "Happiness"?
Not general joy, but my joy that escaped my mind
Compliments aren't my type of swisher
You can easily be attracted to, and millions of others can tell me "stop tripping!"
Snake on my left hand, and a bucket full of fries on the right
Everybody acting all suspicious
They all just want my sculpture
"I'm down to ride!" - people who'll annihilate your mind
Locked myself in my own security
I always tend to show some type of feelings
I can't go around flawgin
So my apologies for hiding my true story
Only way I can heal is to stop (what have I said?)
Despite the long unsettling history behind that classroom
I admitted to never being scared to die
Let a man come and take me off my throne
Me aseguraré de venir por tu cabeza.
The end of tales but my beauty won't cease to exist.
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Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
