this wasn't how i wanted the night to go
but it's fine, it's really nothing new
just empty bottles of my hope
i've searched for souls that grew
knowing that i would've never done the same
i kept myself away from the world
the world that always looked to me to blame
i don't want to be a selfish person, cold
i just don't want to try so hard for someone
when i've already been played 100 times
they said they'd change as they held up a gun
so i'll crack open my old friends after their crimes
cause they killed someone without even trying
that's just how it works
that's how it goes
that is what happens when you grow up alone.
YOU ARE READING
fascinate me // a messy poem book
Poetrya collection of poems/lyrics that i write late at night when i'm sad or pissed. usually about heartbreak because i wish it didn't exist.