I am a hypocrite.
I admit it.
I refuse to be ashamed of it.
I say I don't love you,
I do.
I say time doesn't exist,
I wear a watch.
I say I won't miss it here,
I will.
My life is a split complexity of desires.
I want this, I want that.
I hate this, I love that.
I confuse the shit out of myself.
i'm a child,
And an adult.
I'm a druggie,
And a straight edge.
I cant manage to catagorize myself.
I hate constrictions, I live in society.
I can't decide whether I prefer a rural or urban setting.
I'm obsessed with the city, yet people call me a hippie.
What does one do when they find themselves like me?
*Confused
*Hypocritical
*Unable to see through the haze... which I call, **life**
Well, I guess the way to put it is that I'm just me.
There's nothing more, nothing less.
My name is Nikki.
Anything else I'll eventually come to see.
I admit it.
I refuse to be ashamed of it.
I say I don't love you,
I do.
I say time doesn't exist,
I wear a watch.
I say I won't miss it here,
I will.
My life is a split complexity of desires.
I want this, I want that.
I hate this, I love that.
I confuse the shit out of myself.
i'm a child,
And an adult.
I'm a druggie,
And a straight edge.
I cant manage to catagorize myself.
I hate constrictions, I live in society.
I can't decide whether I prefer a rural or urban setting.
I'm obsessed with the city, yet people call me a hippie.
What does one do when they find themselves like me?
*Confused
*Hypocritical
*Unable to see through the haze... which I call, **life**
Well, I guess the way to put it is that I'm just me.
There's nothing more, nothing less.
My name is Nikki.
Anything else I'll eventually come to see.
sucks being human, doesn't it?