Thoughts about peopleSome people don't hold promises.Some people their moths shut.Some people secrets from meSome people don't even want to be friends with me.Some people hate me for what I am.Some people don't respect my thoughts and oppinions.Some people don't like my apperance.Some people think that I don't deserve something.Some people think that I should be living alone in this world.Some people think that they could break my heart into a thousand pieces.Why do people make promises when they aren't worth anything?Why do people keep their moths shut?Why do people keep secrets from me?Why do people avoid me as a friend?Why do people
Going forward?Where am I goingin this hour of sadnessI am just flowinginto even more madnessMe the moronshould focus more onreal life,and not thinking of a knife.It's hard to seebut the end of the tunnel is neartime to fleeinto the wide open clearAfter making the escapeand thinking 'I'm an ape!'it's time to scrapethe leftover tape.
Another worldSometimes we sink away into our own worldTo flee from the dark daysSeeing our daydreams twirlIn a thick white hazeOur dreams our beliefsAll combined into a world of peaceSometimes you never want to returnA world you only want to spurnBack in realityA life with no qualityThe weather's greyJust a standard dayWe all want to fleeInto this other worldSo we can seeOur thoughts whirled