Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sweetly Bitter
My mind is warped and ridged,
Like an old kitchen floor.
My seal of approval on life
Nearly disappears as people
Point and laugh.
Thinking to myself,
Thank god I'm not like them.
I feel like I toggle with the idea
Of emo style-slittings but
Always does my heart
Change its direction.
Only if it were that easy
I'm determined to stick around
Till I can no longer bare it.
I guess I can bare it.
A lot better than I thought.
Everything is bittersweet,
But I am sweetly bitter.
November 22, 2004
Like an old kitchen floor.
My seal of approval on life
Nearly disappears as people
Point and laugh.
Thinking to myself,
Thank god I'm not like them.
I feel like I toggle with the idea
Of emo style-slittings but
Always does my heart
Change its direction.
Only if it were that easy
I'm determined to stick around
Till I can no longer bare it.
I guess I can bare it.
A lot better than I thought.
Everything is bittersweet,
But I am sweetly bitter.
November 22, 2004
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Sweetly Bitter
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