dexingpotsmoker
Bluelighter
This was made up on the spot, tell me what you think.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect.
Even though nobody is.
I know its not worth it.
But I'm just trying to live.
Who knows what made it
Created it, or how it started
Wether its just what fit
or spawned by brokenhearted.
Delusions of grandeour
They surround me now
A helplessly helpless whore
Who forgot to live, just how.
A self vegitated state of mind
That ive been to quite a lot.
Looking for something I wont find
Or something I just forgot.
Yeah I guess Im sick of it
Just like you.
I know Im full of it.
but not what to do.
Im confused, a theif, and down in the pits
Not abused, no belief, and horrible habits.
Im sorry Im here,
and I can't go back.
Only that is clear.
Its a one way track.
Let me go, let me run, let me die
Let it flow, not close to done, so fucking high.
I know I chose it, and chose it I did.
In the closet, so quietly, I hid.
The piece I stole, by lies consumed.
The food I ate, and the toll I am doomed.
Surrounded by hate, anger and annoyance.
Wishing for the great, stranger, flamboyance.
Wishing for better days, with you at my side.
For long lost holidays, and roller coaster rides.
Long bus rides, overtaken classes, walks down the hall
beauty to confide, small black glasses, giving up all.
Telling the truth.
If need it be told.
Slaughtering my youth.
Never too bold.
Stuck in my head,
where it is warm.
2 seconds from dead.
In privacy, sworn.
Now in my black jacket you'll find
a letter to you, that Im not gonna hide.
Inside would the be truth, cause it need be told.
Inside is my youth, and every bit so bold.
Inside is you, and how in reality, i fell..
Inside is you, and what I never began to tell.
So many words, crimes, and battles.
Hes at the end of his ropes, losing his saddle.
A hundred rungs up too high.
He looks down, and begins to cry.
Should I make it all the way to top.
Should I make it, to that final drop.
Should I never see you again,
and give up hope.
Should I make it to the end.
and give up that dope.
Should I?
Should he?
Could I?
Could we?
If it came right down to it.
Would I?
Would she?
No.
You're a fool, and youve came this far.
So finish it now, reach for that star.
make yourself famous, and done.
though they will blame us, it will be fun.
Now its too late, as he reached for the top.
He'll never be great, too late, can't stop.
So there he sits, writing to you.
High as a kite, and windy too.
Spilling the truth, that needed to be spoken.
Yet only twenty seconds, before he is broken.
And with that, and a "sincerely" that was written.
He yells to god, and shakes his fist fury smitten.
Now he excepts.
Its the last, and the least.
That he could do.
But to write.
I love you.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect.
Even though nobody is.
I know its not worth it.
But I'm just trying to live.
Who knows what made it
Created it, or how it started
Wether its just what fit
or spawned by brokenhearted.
Delusions of grandeour
They surround me now
A helplessly helpless whore
Who forgot to live, just how.
A self vegitated state of mind
That ive been to quite a lot.
Looking for something I wont find
Or something I just forgot.
Yeah I guess Im sick of it
Just like you.
I know Im full of it.
but not what to do.
Im confused, a theif, and down in the pits
Not abused, no belief, and horrible habits.
Im sorry Im here,
and I can't go back.
Only that is clear.
Its a one way track.
Let me go, let me run, let me die
Let it flow, not close to done, so fucking high.
I know I chose it, and chose it I did.
In the closet, so quietly, I hid.
The piece I stole, by lies consumed.
The food I ate, and the toll I am doomed.
Surrounded by hate, anger and annoyance.
Wishing for the great, stranger, flamboyance.
Wishing for better days, with you at my side.
For long lost holidays, and roller coaster rides.
Long bus rides, overtaken classes, walks down the hall
beauty to confide, small black glasses, giving up all.
Telling the truth.
If need it be told.
Slaughtering my youth.
Never too bold.
Stuck in my head,
where it is warm.
2 seconds from dead.
In privacy, sworn.
Now in my black jacket you'll find
a letter to you, that Im not gonna hide.
Inside would the be truth, cause it need be told.
Inside is my youth, and every bit so bold.
Inside is you, and how in reality, i fell..
Inside is you, and what I never began to tell.
So many words, crimes, and battles.
Hes at the end of his ropes, losing his saddle.
A hundred rungs up too high.
He looks down, and begins to cry.
Should I make it all the way to top.
Should I make it, to that final drop.
Should I never see you again,
and give up hope.
Should I make it to the end.
and give up that dope.
Should I?
Should he?
Could I?
Could we?
If it came right down to it.
Would I?
Would she?
No.
You're a fool, and youve came this far.
So finish it now, reach for that star.
make yourself famous, and done.
though they will blame us, it will be fun.
Now its too late, as he reached for the top.
He'll never be great, too late, can't stop.
So there he sits, writing to you.
High as a kite, and windy too.
Spilling the truth, that needed to be spoken.
Yet only twenty seconds, before he is broken.
And with that, and a "sincerely" that was written.
He yells to god, and shakes his fist fury smitten.
Now he excepts.
Its the last, and the least.
That he could do.
But to write.
I love you.
