Life takes a hell of a toll.
The intoxicating fumes of the never-ending lies that come out of everyone's mouths.
Payment is a requirement. You can eaither pay by crying, screaming, lieing, or dying.
Debt is conceivable.
I happen to find myself in a bottomless pit.
Sometimes you pay the rent for the week, finding maybe you'll have to go on a diet of a few of your favorite thigs.
Pi is 3.14, remeber your lessons, you'll go far.
Maybe so teachers, but I'd prefer to keep the memories.
Just When you think you know it all, you find yourself already fallen.
When you think the pains gone you find yourself throwing up all self respect.
Some people cut. Some people cry. Some people write in diaries. Some bully others.
I just so happen to fall short.
People always tell me no, that's not right.
Your too clean.
Shes a dirty slut.
People labeling.
People crying.
People lying.
People dying.
Go ahead, say call be whatever kinda shit you want to.
I'll be me. And I'd prefer to stay this way.
Seems as if I'm so fed up of it all.
People stand to close next to me.
Others talking about others.
Liars trying to cheer you up.
Fakers crying over stupid things.
Emos keep cutting.
But I'm still standing. So far I'm still breathing.
Screw everyone else.
Acception isnt always an option. Sometimes it seems you just don't have the strength to break down that door to get to it.
People say can't, people stop moving, some turn around.
Some drop to the ground and cry.
Me, I could do all of those, but I guess I'm used to the pain.
I don't give in like I used to.
I've numbed myself to their lies. To their brutal beatings.
I won't let go just yet, because I know soon enough my strength will be effortless, I won't even think about it. It'll just be me. And things will be much easier in some sort of a way.
