U sound like everyone else... Being so different with the tone u carry that doesn't help... N ur attitude speaks of no one ever being able to get close enough to feel how real u once were... Chard hearts if not scraped clean are still burnt... In poison auth bitterness telling others how much they ain't shit... Thinking were all the same as if w haven't been betrayed by the same hate that leaps from ur lips... Typical u are yet u cannot admit it's u that cannot cannot move on... Living day to day devoted to hide the fact that ur not torn... So who ain't shit when the truth finds its way ball to u.?. Unable to decide to create something better so ur emotions can move... Having being bottled up with the negativity is an ugly look... But Buti cannot live ur line so write the pages of ur own book... Let em win n catagorize every single person that comes along u make others believe isn't worth a fuck... All bcuz ur immaturities cling to the hurt of thinking ur a strong individual not needing to be luv'd... Strung out on the feeling is who u truly are... But I'm no one to say a word for ur blinded to expressions tucked into the mirror's charm... Becoming ur own independence so arrogant u can only attract those fuck boys u claim are who all men will ever be... Dropping ur gaurd to the same ol shit due to u ain't the words that u yourself leak... Ur the victim of ur own demise... The choice u hide behind... The linger u allowed is the source of all the twisted memories that won't leave u alone... Go fuck n fake ur moans... Choose a mask n wear it as if it is really u... Stitch the seams to ur face so no one can ever see the pain left unchanged in ur use...
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