Sunday nightcan literally feel my heart constrict from the disappointment
expectations will always be my greatest letdown in life
expectations from people expectations of kept promises
right now all i have is my music to accompany me and 4 new library books lying around
i am angry with the world tonight and more so, with myself
alone and incomplete
no more tears to cry no more blood to bleed
ill fall forever endlessly
when you should be the ground beneath my feet
the better half of me
i've given you and only you allowances for the past few years
and i dont know why but i always take you back
you offer me nothing but words
and im tired, im tired of words
words are letters stringed carelessly
whats the point of words?
feeling like fucking roadkill now
i wish i was in a better and happier place with myself
Tonight, tonight really blows
