Post by bloom1flower on Sept 25, 2018 15:26:41 GMT -5
Holes In My Jeans
They’ve always told me things will get better,
That everything’s worth it if you can bear the weather,
The stupid things people say aren’t true,
Everyone will like you if you just be you,
Well, EVERYONE is wrong,
They have been all along,
It doesn’t get better,
So, you’d better just keep hiding in you sweater,
I bet you know what comes next,
“you don’t know my story” and I confess,
I used to be that girl,
Tired and done with the world,
She walks around lifeless,
Her heart beating but dead.
A walking corpse
she is lost inside her head.
Things have no meaning,
At least not anymore.
She was not how she was,
How she was once before.
She is one of the living
But one of the dead.
A part of her is missing.
She hangs on by a thread.
She hung her head low
took one final bow
she stepped off the edge
Saying one final vow.
I will not change who I am
As hard as any of you try
This is me giving up
This is one last goodbye
I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lie Down,
and wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more,
And I ache and burn from my very core.
Then, I'm not alone, and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears,
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.
Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine.
I don't even know why I feel this..
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But, I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say
And I hope that one day I will actually be okay.
There's a large empire of things that made me this way,
I don’t know where I’m going and to this day,
Nothing i want is every what it seems,
and everything that once mattered to me,
Is replaced by multiple Holes in my jeans.
They’ve always told me things will get better,
That everything’s worth it if you can bear the weather,
The stupid things people say aren’t true,
Everyone will like you if you just be you,
Well, EVERYONE is wrong,
They have been all along,
It doesn’t get better,
So, you’d better just keep hiding in you sweater,
I bet you know what comes next,
“you don’t know my story” and I confess,
I used to be that girl,
Tired and done with the world,
She walks around lifeless,
Her heart beating but dead.
A walking corpse
she is lost inside her head.
Things have no meaning,
At least not anymore.
She was not how she was,
How she was once before.
She is one of the living
But one of the dead.
A part of her is missing.
She hangs on by a thread.
She hung her head low
took one final bow
she stepped off the edge
Saying one final vow.
I will not change who I am
As hard as any of you try
This is me giving up
This is one last goodbye
I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lie Down,
and wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more,
And I ache and burn from my very core.
Then, I'm not alone, and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears,
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.
Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine.
I don't even know why I feel this..
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But, I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say
And I hope that one day I will actually be okay.
There's a large empire of things that made me this way,
I don’t know where I’m going and to this day,
Nothing i want is every what it seems,
and everything that once mattered to me,
Is replaced by multiple Holes in my jeans.