Maybe I need more sleep, maybe I’m hangry, maybe I’m just sensitive, maybe I need to be lest angsty.
Getting sick and tired of the lack of communication, what do you want, all my life upon this pavement?
I can lay it all out there very quickly, burn it up with gasoline, send out a signal flair, only if you only cared.
Im being myself, sorry does that bore you? Does it bring you to snore, you wouldn’t even give me light of the day. Honesty can’t be this big of a price to pay.
For years I’ve put up with myself, worn the scars, bled the tears, put up with my fears. I guess I’m the only one that can handle it, better just buck up with it.
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So tired of being pushed aside, given half the time of day, only conversing when you feel bad or obliged to do so.
Only talk to me if you fucking care, I’m sick and tired of half assed interest and me having to like go over and abound the call of duty.
Getting really sick of this place. What’s the point anymore?
On paper everyone says says I got it all down right, “need more people like him in the scene” yeah that’s great. Hard to be in the scene when it’s not welcoming.
