"Like stars burning holes right through the dark
You gave fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were an inch from the edge of this bed..."
Fucking hell, I hate my face. No, I hate my skin.
You gave fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were an inch from the edge of this bed..."
Fucking hell, I hate my face. No, I hate my skin.
Why can't it just be normal and not look like the
Himalayan Mountains every day.
So here I am again. I just finished my english assignment and am now making cookies. Making myself a temporary haven. A distraction of sorts. God, I just wanna bake and read.
I felt pretty crap today, wondering if it really matters where we came from. I mean, sometimes we worry too much about the irrelevant things. I guess it works the other way too, worrying about things too much.
I wanna be like coloured helium filled balloons, that make everyone happy, whose colours are pretty and attract the right attention, so that when everything gets too much, something happens that is sad, I'll fly away and everyone will see me in the sky, free, dreaming.
So here I am again. I just finished my english assignment and am now making cookies. Making myself a temporary haven. A distraction of sorts. God, I just wanna bake and read.
I felt pretty crap today, wondering if it really matters where we came from. I mean, sometimes we worry too much about the irrelevant things. I guess it works the other way too, worrying about things too much.
I wanna be like coloured helium filled balloons, that make everyone happy, whose colours are pretty and attract the right attention, so that when everything gets too much, something happens that is sad, I'll fly away and everyone will see me in the sky, free, dreaming.
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