I really have nothing to say
Repent, forget allowed my stay
Less of a goal more of a play
yet nothing is my way
Dangerous or an empty rush
the cynical side of lips and blush
fake life, fake hair all hush
regret, life and death crush crush
The child or the man both love
nothing but the opposites
or opposing seats
Your eyes go down
Your are nothing if you actually do exist
to see and to feel some acquired taste
all of life is mirrored by your nothingness
Mainly a shadow
sometimes a light
your not even real
your words of might
I see how you act, how you move and think
just let go, give up, just sink
it will all be over soon then what will you have?
no friends no personality no true fight
you are not yourself, not a individual
you less than a clone and twice as shallow too
no one truly cares about all that shit
its just a facade a front, we are all just empty pits
Hate you for trying, hate you if you didnt
your stuck in your place and you know it
now try and finish
you are not the stories you tell your friends, the lies you create, you are not your carefully selected words to contribute to the conversation. Im not sure if anyone else does, but i can see through you, i do see through you. Why do you even try? what is there to gain? trying to be something that makes you unhappy enough to make you like this probably isnt worth it.
