I am nothing but a shell of the man i was so you could put me to ear and actually yester-year's ocean
I was in then A better built body Of water infinite waves and fathomless where you could have gone fishing for compliments and caught plentiful schools of reassuring
Now all you get is the
You for the bait and got hooked on what you thought i was Now we're both struggling to win tug of war of the worlds Where we the same air it's just done differently. And I'm trying to figure out ways to have comfortably survive outside your Compromising I dabbled in watered-down thoughts Filtered in main-stream.
I'm offering mind-altering ideas that make the most quiet nature Scream exposure to the types of things that won't Necessarily you happier
just give you a greater range of emotions
And I can feel myself getting into deeper oceans of Fantasy people think they're as safe as cartoons Simply they speak in bubbles.
A safe-haven you could face Satan and Have his straightened. His new goal would be to dethrone and Have Neptunes taken. swash-buckled with their pitchforks While Lucifer shit and rips Thoughts of reefs For relief he'd be "bitch, walk" From this oversize aquarium daddy kept cleanly To degrees suicide notes with invisible ink On And posting them to the boundaries that the seas of change.
Strangely enough, bringing back the reel (!!!!!!!!) I could sense intense So I had no choice but to cut the line. I'm not saying 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 back what I If its And needs time to grow; I'm remorseful of the pain caused you.
And I want to kiss your better.
I sympathise the sorrow by Stroking the scar of my own experience with My tongue.
See I exactly what you mean when you say It to much to talk. been there. I plan on returning 'cause No matter how of a distance I kept Or how long I for my wounds to heal They'd re-open with the flash-back
So I sued time for That bastard's a with a scalpel and Barbed-wire thread. Instead of seeing things They're pitch red and this glitch in my head got me thinking contradictions It
"There are fish in the sea! you hear me not, Or you to me. you listen to me or me not!"
There are micro-organisms in my teardrop. But not I'd sink as low as to my ears pop.
And I imagine now you want to swim with members of your own league And don't me Sending signals High-pitched or symbols. My voice is thrown far but ripples are caused when you cast stones
But you shouldn't rocks If you in fragile fairytales.
really means alot to me... Ill treasure it..as a token.
No you won't... This is for the who loves me, the girl who cares about me for who i am, not what I look like! I just wanted you to know you'd be missing. You think I don't appreciate art, you think I don't understand fashion, you think I'm not hip, you 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, always be shit!
See you put a shell to your ear It is not the of crashing waves you're hearing It's the amplified current of your
It was your pulse that created that False illusion of me. Your tireless pumping Out An ocean of And I foolishly Filling impossible Resulting in my As I fell into the trap of making a my element
Now I can't get comfortable being out of you.