I’m laying here, feelin’ warm tears flow down
Still as a stone, no motion, no sound
Breathing but my soul is lifeless
Heart is beating but I lost what love is
Tryna put together the pieces of my own broken heart
But they slip out of my hands and I’m back at the start
I’m laying here, counting the times I’ve let myself fall apart
I have 3 different personalities.
- the one where I’m out-going and loud.
- the one where I’m shy and quiet as fuck
- the one where I hate everyone and every little thing bothers me.
my night summed up, ish,
THIS IS WHAT IT CONSISTED OF:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyYFxp7apl4
Just Propaganda at Pure on lovely Wednesday nights at 7:30 with the loveliest people.
AND:

those jokes that friends don’t appreciate. :(
K. COOL.











