Hey do you feel that? Do you feel me? Transferring energy.. to who? Too you… is it negative or positive? I want peace and serenity, but you, you can’t quite grasp that with all this anxiety. When your just walking away down the street. A lonely patron who’s blowing off steam. While others ignore it you are examining , the way others are speaking and what they must be thinking. What happened to you? its like a ship sinking. The wirl pool its making like a down ward spiral.. you think your fighting hard, you feeling suicidal. You hop bar to bar trying to keep a low profile. But you got a brand new title. crazy crazy crazy girl is fucking senile. Crazy crazy crazy, my mind is getting hazy. seeing shit out the the corner of my eye but my eyes are just lazy. And its amazing, the way everythings changing , go hard or go home. Its so intimidating. Fast pace high strung white lace young love get money drink rum, now wont u please put to check next to one of the above. Or all the above shit, you people make me sick, men now a days used up all there old tricks, there pricks, who needs em, who cares im just tired of these chicks feeding into em, nowadays its all about the power play, this means nothing , you don’t gatta call me babe, I don’t got no feelings run run run away when you talk the talk, you got so much more to say, when u walk you walk funny swaying every which way, taking his shit every damn day, cause he talks like hes a champ and your such a good lay. Guys are gods and girls are whores, so large and in charge, it strikes a fucking cord, cause I really dont wanna here this shit anymore. Yawn yawn yawn im getting really fucking bored, another man throw out the damn door, men are a chore, your fucking princess you deserve to be adored, yeah we like the attention, not to mention, some comprehension, quit acting like im from the friggen third dimension. One thing I hate most of all is people judging how far you fall fuck em all prove em wrong ignore the cooing in the halls , say it to your face if they’ve got the balls, I am a me no one can define, porcelain skin and opal eyes, always look my best slim and refined, don’t turn my back, cause they’ll stab my backside. When I walk the streets though I shrug my heavy shoulders, and I think the memories of insanity scary things will fade if I take another, but I reframe sustain emotion, it will only come back the pain, from the past when I was little, and when nothing would ever be the same. Uh oh its coming out all poison can’t be contained, throwing up again and again, crying so hard getting chest pains, im sweaty my shoulders ache from all the ghosts that stand up on them they own my life they drive me insane I be feeling disdained with all my fucking hate, angry at the world for what it set upon my fucking plate go back to where you came from, and relive it every fucking day, till you get sick enough to feel my mother fucking pain. I admit you fucking own me in every mother fucking way, I admit defeat and I reseed into another normal day, knowing lifes a bitch and ive said everything I have to say.
