They say I'm dumb and reckless
But I wear it like a necklace
Maybe I'm infectious
I guess I just feel restless
I think all of my reservations
Died along with my reputation
And now I'm sitting in contemplation
Of whether I need self-preservation
Traded my long dresses for short short jeans
Chasing some philosophy that I haven't got a clue what it means
At one point I was modest but if I'm being honest
The thought was when I bought it was
I'm leaving some piece of me behind
And now he'll remember being mine
But screw it, I'm doing just fine
Now I know for sure it's gone way too far
Because you still cut open every scar
I'm broken down in a steaming car
And still wondering where you are
So I go home and I count my only star again
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
