Just doing things with my friends
Just being me;
No need to pretend
Pretend I’m pretty
Pretend I’m hot
We all know
That I’m not
Just doing things with my friends
Just being me;
No need to pretend
Pretend I’m smart
Pretend I’m dumb
All those feelings go totally numb
Just doing things with my friends
Just being me;
No need to pretend
Pretend I’m funny
Pretend I’m fun
Because we all know I’m the boring one
Just doing things with my friends
That will eventually turn their backs to me
Get a knife in the back
No more need to pretend that
I’m someone I’m not
I guess I’ll get new friends eventually
Let’s give this cycle another shot
New friends become old
And the cycle repeats
People stabbing in the back
Putting their knives into me
School gets rough
Life becomes tough
And I get forced to hear those words
Words that choke my heart
Until it starts to burst
All these tears I’m holding back
Make my eyes hurt
Do you honestly care?
Well, you’d be the first.
I’m done with people being insincere
Of people never being here
With all the lies;
The guarded eyes
Steel shells
And broken promises
My world was turned completely lopsided
Feelings unbalanced
All your words are so cryptic,
Its hard to know what you mean
You’re driving me mad; insane
Say that I don’t have the brains;
The guts;
The love
They might not notice,
But I see through your every bluff.
Always speaking about me
Say I’m never going to succeed
You tell me I don’t pride myself on anything I do
Do you hear yourself?
You don’t even know
That they joke’s always been on you
See, I love myself enough to stay strong
To stay alive
Through all your shit, I know I can survive
With little love
With little guts,
I guess that it’ll have to be enough
You don’t know me enough to say
That I’ll never to anything good
For the world of today
So for the record,
Those friends that I had
Weren’t every good
If I had to pretend
About everything in my life
Now I know how to decide
Who to hang around with
Because if you don’t like me being my self,
I don’t care, that’s your problem
So deal with it yourself.
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PoetryEmotion - an affective state of consciousness in which joy, sorrow, fear, hate, or the like, is experienced, as distinguished from cognitive and volitional states of consciousness. Emotions are funny things, really. They can make you, or break you...
