"with the glass so dark they wont even know your name"

every person you hate is who you secretly idolize by your actions. or you just hate who you idolize. you pay more attention to who you dislike than who you like. you pay attention to the boring and construct ways to tear them down. you are getting off on the fascinating reactions of the hate letters you send. its like if love doesnt work try the next strongest emotion. or is hate the strongest? hating was usually liking at some point, even if you dont ever remember when. consumed with matters that dont matter. if someone is wasting their life dont waste yours writing or worrying about it. really id rather you not. put the rest in interest and let things go. bring down the world by being happy. really. there is a lot to learn about standing tall when everyone wants you to be down. keep a smile on your face. dont ever let them catch you crying. thats the only way to win. now we've got the lesson but we still have to learn. turn the clocks ahead to 4am to get it done with. the microphone is always off when you tap it. the lights only turn on when you go. i know you from a mile away, i just wish it was more miles away. and that i didnt know you at all. scattered thoughts picked up by someone else. careless and carefree are essentially the same thing. you make your choices and you live with them? more like die with them. keep th/sinking sweetheart. my mind is a mess but at least its my own. flip another page in the book you are pretending to read. i got a book you can borrow- there is even a part dedicated to you, it's called "the end." write another page in the journal about your life you are pretending to live. to you it would be classified as romance or classic but that'd imply you know anything about love. you dont. you cant know what you havent learned anything on. my spirit is crushed just enough to keep it d/owned. there is a net but the dreams and butterflies slip through the strings. maybe we should stop trying to pull them. there is a dream waiting to be had but im always awake. there is a vision to see but i've never looked right at it. i blink to keep my life from flashing before my eyes. she only cares when there is a threat. when the wrinkles in the sheets arent on both sides. knives out but pointed at yourself. base it all on me. put down your guards and forget to pick them back up. broken walls and brick hearts. wear a welcome mat on your back or just get it tattoed. might as well. the secrets through cement, deep under the fingernAILS. resting what is left of this body over her grave years in advance. sometimes i really believe love is blind enough to see through this.