don't smile at me

the sympathy of fifteen (I)

I bled on a marble wall, taking a risk to let my rebellious side out.

I laugh at acrophobia terrifying those who thought I was faking a spider coming out of my mouth... news flash it's real.

Dancing till I can't feel the numbness anymore... my dreams have come true being only fucking 16 and destroying these Hollywood liars

Hanging down a ladder was hard to be honest.

They said my sound was to be like Marina or Lana and I was like Bitch I have my sound.

The way I get down to it

Being Fifteen is a blessing, but also a curse its where your songwriting gets more personal so I sing but I cry
So I write, but I lie... So i party... but I remember how many broken hearts have been struck by my thunder

Drowning through those ocean eyes
It's lovely for a couple times, but to be honest, there's something dark in my mind. Wearing my heart out on my sleeve wanting to escape from what they call special. The studio gives me bellyaches a few times that i just dream of angels drown bringing the inner self of me out as if there was another persona.

Let me ask you for a favor... and give this story a try or I don't know... Just stop reading I guess

It doesn't really matter at least to me
Too busy listening my man Tyler the Creator.

Oh wait, you'll stay?

Okay then, here's cliche as fuck story
Yup have fun in my head.

to be continued... like today or tomorrow who knows? this author is really shitty