I made this rope and yes I could hang myself with what I feel...
But in the end I'll come back to life because none of this is even real..
I could make these cuts on my wrist and in the end they would fade..
Yeah I could try to forget everything but in the end what about the mistakes..
I could try to get revenge on everyone who's ever hurt me but what good would it do??
I could write all the witty lines to every famous poem and in the end still be a fool...
Every line being something I once heard in a dream...
So did I copyright myself or is this really me?
I probably will blame a new love for what a old one did..
And when I get mad the untrue words will spill from my lying lips....
I might never really trust again after all why does it really matter..
So tired of lies, all they ever really do is flatter..
I'll think about what will come tomorrow and how today passed to fast
And despite my promises of not doing so, I will think about the past...
I will swear I'm fine when I really just need to pour out what I can't ever really say...
And no matter what I think there will never be that "perfect day"
And I'm gonna spend to long staring at the one I can never have and never know..
Secretly he'll feel the same way but his emotions are something he's to afraid to show...
I'll have all those silly little crushes the ones I just can't live without..
And I am certain if I don't get what I will I'll throw a fit and maybe even pout...
I am sure to have my heart broken a thousand more times and say I'll be alone forever..
But then I'll find someone else and I'll say I've never felt this way about anyone before, no never
I'm sure to forget the words to the song I'm singing in front of the world..
And I'm sure to freeze right during the middle of a piano solo..
I will have my moments, the one's that will forever scar me...
And then the one's that'll bring red to my unblushable cheeks...
Yeah I'm another person who's life is difficult...
But then whats so specail about the simple??
