《Quoia》
cheeks are stained from the rivers of my eyes.
my mind is a hurricane in disguise.
God looks at me with sorrow in his eyes.
Hoping i'll get past this one.
quite frankly i wouldnt mind going back to be being the mean person.
but then i would be lonley.
better than getting fake love.
society still laughing at me
"told you youll never make it"
if i showed you my tongue you would see my words scrambled on it.
things you never heard before.
now if i took a trip to the grocery store and never came back youll miss me.
im tired man.
physically and mentally
only 14
this tew much.
i dont want tears or violent thoughts on somebody.
i want smiles and happy thoughts.
but how?
dang
i dont know myself
ill probably be like a satalite and stay space til im ready to come down.
probably didnt even catch that.
its whatever tho
but tell me how could you tho?
just be so cruel.
wow.
im not even surprised.
