bluecornfrito

haha what if I started writing stories to post on here again  nah just kidding... unless

bluecornfrito

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glazed eyes, empty hearts
          Buying happy from shopping carts
          Nothing but time to kill
          Sipping life from bottles
          Tight skin, bodyguards
          Gucci down the boulevard
          Cocaine, dollar bills
          My happy little pill
          Take me away
          Dry my eyes
          Bring colour to my skies
          My sweet little pill
          Tame my hunger
          Light within
          Know my skin

bluecornfrito

You see that girl over there? Ya her.
          
          She looks happy? Right?
          
          Sitting there smiling, laughing, telling jokes, having a good time but... Dying on the inside.
          
          She's hurt, and tired, tired of on the Drama, tired of not being good enough... Tired of life.
          
          But she doesn't want to look dramatic, weak or attention seeking.
          
          So she keeps all on the inside.
          
          Going around, acting like everything is okay. But once alone she breaks down.
          
          So everyone thinks she is the happiest person they know. That her life is perfect and she has no problems.
          
          Man, you think you know someone.