Beauty is so surreal.
it's so. unimaginable.
so uncontainable.
it's almost.
perfect

::bambambam:::

to my head.

bang bang.

what a blowout.

[who] out theres with me?
[what] are we doing?
[where] are we going?
[why] [when] everything seems so right, is everyhting so wrong?
and [how] will everything work out, when no one knows the problem, let alone the answer?

I've got ants in my pants and my head in the clouds. but you're always there to pull me back down

We just kind of keep moving.
going no where fast
and ending up so far ahead

100 knifes stab into me
and I'm still not dead
100 bullets are pierce my skin
and I'm still here
100 pills down my throat
and I' still breathing.

S o r r y b u t I d o n ' t d i e t h a t e a s y.

Can we please
l e a v e

L e a v e the scene
L e a v e the life
because the
way it seems
No one wants me here
a n y w a y

So let's
l e a v e
r u n
s w i m
f l y
get out of this w o r l d
because
I don't belong