Friday, August 3, 2012

but I like to think at least things can't get any worse

No hope
                      I don't want shelter
No calm
Nothing to keep me from the storm
And you can't hold me down
Cause I belong to the hurricane
It's going to blow this all away
I'm going out
I'm gonna drink myself to death
                         And in the crowd
I see you with someone else
I brace myself
Cause I know it's going to hurt
But I like to think at least things can't get any worse
I hope that you see me
Cause I'm staring at you
But when you look over
You look right through
Then you lean and kiss her on the head
And I never felt so alive
And so dead
I'm going out
I'm gonna drink myself to death
                         And in the crowd
I see you with someone else
I brace myself
Cause I know it's going to hurt
But I like to think at least things can't get any worse
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I saw someone I didn't want to see today, and I saw him with someone I wanted to see even less. What a crappy day.

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