i know myself
i know i think i'm so sick of people and i don't know why
see, i just don't have patience for them
and i really think i can make it on my own lies
you hide words to keep from hurting me
i would rather know the truth then be happy
while you're smiling
we're all dying with every day that we go,
we're just getting old
while you're dying
we're all fighting
with every day that we go
i know better than to get caught up in words of boredom,
of no importance to me
so why do these people keep talking?
when all i wanna do is hear myself
the more i'm awake, the more i wanna sleep
what a shame to want it that way,
but what a shame to be in this
"your life is such a bore, and me i feel so fucking alive"
LIES
every breath uttered a self re-assurance
i wouldn't trust me much if i were you,
but you choose