I have honestly never felt more alone in the world than right now. I just don't know. I'm the only one hating this person because she hates me. But she made up with my other friend, and she won't make up with me.
do you ever feel like breaking down, do you ever feel out of place?
like somehow you just don't belong, and no one understands you
Do you ever want to runaway, do you lock yourself in your room,
with the radio on turned up so loud, that no one hears you screaming
No you don't know what it's like, when nothing feels all right,
no you don't know what it's like to be like me
to be hurt
to feel lost
to be left out in the dark
to be kicked when your down to feel like you've been pushed around
to be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you
no you don't know what it's like welcome to my life
Do you wanna be somebody else? are you sick of feeling so left out
are you desperate to find something more before your life is over
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies, while deep inside your bleeding
No you don't know what it's like, when nothing feels all right, you don't know what it's like to be like me
to be hurt
to feel lost
to be left out in the dark
to be kicked when you're down, to feel like you've been pushed around
to be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you
no you don't know what it's like welcome to my life
no one ever lied straight to your face
no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy, but I'm not gonna be okay
everybody always gave you what you wanted
you never had to work it was always there
you don't know what it's like, what it's like
to be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark
to be kicked when your down, to feel like you've been pushed around,
to be on the edge of breaking down, and no one's there to save you
no you don't know what it's like
WELCOME TO MY LIFE BY SIMPLE PLAN
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
In the gutter Looking at the stars
Life has just been suffocating. Especially here. I can't stand this town or city or state anymore. I have to get out. I'm going to end up staying here the rest of my life, and I really don't want that to happen. I found this one icon that I really liked and this is what it says.
-she looks back at the town she has known all her life. Her home. Everyone knows her. She knows everyone. She knows where to go, how to act. What to wear. But it's too small. Everyone knows everything about one another. It's exhausting. she tires of living in these confined spaces. Then one day, she leaves. She leaves and she isn't coming back. The people in her little town wonder. Wonder where she went. Wonder why she went. They find a note taped to her doorway. "I need something more. I was suffocating here."
This is how I feel all the time. I hate these people, I hate this town.Everone here is basically a replica of someone else. Either you're popular or emo. Both are pretty big genres for replication. Then there are the brains, the just plain weird kids, and then there's me and my friends. We are the loud people who don't give a shit about what everyone else's thinks. We all want to get out. We all NEED to get out. But some don't have enough money to get out. Like me. I don't have enough money to escape this hell hole they call a town.
This plce is changing me. I'm just starting not to care. I know that I need to care, and for certain people I do. It's just the others. I feel like they're so far in they don't see the rest of the world clearly, or even really care about the rest of the world. Does anyone else feel like this? or is it just me? Please post a comment if you do so that I can see that I'm not alone. Or just to see if anyone is actually reading this!
-she looks back at the town she has known all her life. Her home. Everyone knows her. She knows everyone. She knows where to go, how to act. What to wear. But it's too small. Everyone knows everything about one another. It's exhausting. she tires of living in these confined spaces. Then one day, she leaves. She leaves and she isn't coming back. The people in her little town wonder. Wonder where she went. Wonder why she went. They find a note taped to her doorway. "I need something more. I was suffocating here."
This is how I feel all the time. I hate these people, I hate this town.Everone here is basically a replica of someone else. Either you're popular or emo. Both are pretty big genres for replication. Then there are the brains, the just plain weird kids, and then there's me and my friends. We are the loud people who don't give a shit about what everyone else's thinks. We all want to get out. We all NEED to get out. But some don't have enough money to get out. Like me. I don't have enough money to escape this hell hole they call a town.
This plce is changing me. I'm just starting not to care. I know that I need to care, and for certain people I do. It's just the others. I feel like they're so far in they don't see the rest of the world clearly, or even really care about the rest of the world. Does anyone else feel like this? or is it just me? Please post a comment if you do so that I can see that I'm not alone. Or just to see if anyone is actually reading this!
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