...kick off the covers, I'm waiting ;D
This town is no different from the others.
They smell prey fifty miles wide. And they scream and scare.
the cold hollow laughs piercing every inch, and
it's meant to hurt
The desperation and the fake
the insecurity and the tease
The alcoholic breaths and the loneliness
it's all the same
They're out there in the night, wanting more
Lovers killed when they sit down
it's all the same
there i was, walking peacefully to the bus, music in my ears. late, almost midnight, and some boys pass by in a car, didn't hear them coming for the music.
and they shout "AKTA!!" - my blood turns to ice, scared the shit outta me. jumped a meter. why?! what was the fucking point?!
i wasnt in the way or anything, there wasnt anything to watch out for, but they got a really good laugh i suppose.
that's when i went boiling with hatred to the bus, cursing alcohol and its effect on people, and cursing everyone who has ever given me a hard time.
i used to be that little scared kid. the geek in the corner, the one who everyone jeered and sneered at. the one who didn't belong.
that's why it hurts so much when people bring out that little girl in me. when they set themselves as Superior and make me feel worth shit.
like with people who think they're better than everyone else cuz they go out party all weekend.
The Popular Kids.
i would rather be myself, however alone and miserable, than be some fake trying to fit in.
not even club kids are innovative. i say, bring the clubs of tokyo here, bring the coolness. im tired of the scared deer-eyes, the blonde extensions and the mini-dresses. get a fucking sense of fashion, please. everywhere it's all the same.
it's not enough with popular people being clones in school, the nightclubs are full of clones too.
walk a different path, of loud music blasting your eardrums
in the hood and in the flow
walk past those insecurities, those opening nights
they doesn't mean shit anyway
the plattitude of popularity
got wrapped in singularity
one for all, all for one, we all look the same
back down, take in the perspective
there is only one word for people like you - LAME
or tame, or "you should feel shame"
what happened to individuality and sticking up for yourself?
guess it got lost on the way
to stardom
really, i should be an actress. play so many parts so really well.
walking there, staring at you. not hearing a word of your meaningless smalltalk. (because of the music)
the emo stare, the dead eyes, the "fuck you" kinda look
switching over, porn star wannabe
the sexual connotations and horniness
of course, all delivered with extreme self irony
switching over, smart geek
know so many answers
and can't stop talking about
last nights anime show
switching over, dutiful daughter
being good and dutiful, not mentioning
the drugs or the alcohol
not a word of passing out
switching over, wanting to belong
following, tailing like a love-sick puppy
trying and trying so hard
to get in
switching over...
there's a time and place for most parts of ourselves.
mess up my bed with me, kick off the covers, im waiting...
hypocrisy just got a new meaning. stop trying to force anything, it only brings pathteticness over the threshold. oh wait, patheticness was already one of your patrons...
quit making a scene. instead, rock the fucking scene!
it's the choices that make us who we are.
dont you believe that you've been decieved. for what you're really thinking of.
with quiet words.
i actually dropped the key to my heart. guess no one will find it now.
images scar my mind. i wanna burn those pictures and photographs. if life had background music...
save me from myself.
