I am nothing but a shell of the man i was so you put me to your ear and hear yester-year's ocean
I was in then A much built body Of water with waves and fathomless where you have gone deep-sea fishing for compliments and caught schools of reassuring comments
Now all you get is the
You for the bait and got hooked on what you thought i was Now both struggling to win this tug of war of the worlds Where we breath the same air it's done differently. And I'm trying to figure out ways to comfortably survive outside your element intelligence I dabbled in watered-down that Filtered in main-stream.
I'm offering mind-altering ideas that make the quiet nature brain Scream from exposure to the types of things won't make you happier
They'll just give you a greater of emotions
And I can feel myself getting lured into oceans of Fantasy Where people they're as safe as cartoons because they speak in bubbles.
A safe-haven Where you face Satan and his faith straightened. His new goal would be to dethrone and Neptunes place taken. They'd swash-buckled with their While Lucifer shit and rips of coral reefs For he'd be like "bitch, walk" From this oversize that daddy kept cleanly To degrees Writing suicide notes invisible ink On And posting them to the glass that the seas of change.
Strangely enough, while bringing the reel (!!!!!!!!) I sense intense resistence So I had no choice but to cut the line. I'm not you're overly naive I think you should get into the habit of checking to see when strings are attached.
for you I'm compassionate enough To throw what I catch If its And needs time to though I'm remorseful of the pain I've you.
And I to kiss your lips better.
I with the sorrow by Stroking the scar of my own traumatic experience My tongue.
See I exactly what you mean when you say It to much to talk. I've there. I don't on returning 'cause No matter how much of a I kept Or how long I waited for my wounds to They'd re-open with the flash-back
So I time for mal-practice bastard's a hack with a Rusty and stitched thread. Instead of things clearly They're pitch red and there's glitch in my head That's got me contradictions It
"There are more in the sea! you hear me not, Or you to me. Whether you to me or me not!"
There are more in my teardrop. But not I'd never as low as to my ears pop.
And I now you only want to swim with members of your own league And need me Sending signals High-pitched or symbols. My voice is thrown far but ripples are only caused when you stones
But you throw rocks If you live in fairytales.
This means alot to me... Ill always it..as a token.
No you won't... This is for the girl who loves me, the girl who cares about me for who i am, not I look like! I just you to know what you'd be missing. You think I don't appreciate art, you think I don't fashion, you think I'm not hip, you think im pathetic, a nerd... a lard ass, a fatso. You think I'm shit, but you're wrong, im champagne, and your shit! Until the day you die, you, not me, will be shit!
See when you put a shell to ear It is not the sound of crashing waves you're the amplified current of your bloodstream
It was your self that created that False illusion of me. Your tireless pumping Out An ocean of And I tried Filling shoes Resulting in my As I fell into the trap of making a women my
Now I just can't get being out of you.