September 2010
4 posts
Fuck you, and your empty promises.
It’s Déjà vu, i’m telling you, we’ve both been here before.
Tired of this fucking cycle, I can’t take it no more. I’ve given you a thousands chances to break your fuckin’ trend subjected me to to pain and i’ve all ive done is bend.
This is your last CHANCE. Buck your fucking idea’s up.
Yeah, it’s a goat in a tree, and what…
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.
It’s actually starting to creep me out. I’m walking around and the line between reality and the past is blurring with whats real and present.
I’m doubting conversations/text messages even down to stuff i have(or haven’t) eaten.
Apologies if you’re one of those people, but you should fucking know by now...
