Some s****y lyric/poem I wrote many ages agoA Poem by Percyback when the world was closing in and I liked punk music more than almost anything.
You don't have to tell me how fucked up it is to only feel better about myself as a person
with a empty stomach and smoke filled lungs (But I know you will, you always do) And I'm just trying to keep the promise I made to you last summer. but damn (but damn) it's hard to do anything when your world is the space between your bad and the light switch. (and shrinking daily) I haven't been outside in a weeks, I'm becoming white as a sheet. And I can't find the f*****g sun Dear G-D I feel f*****g crazy (send help) I've got to struggle to remember how things really went down because when I look behind me, all I can see is stitched on smiles. I'm scared to die and I'm scared to live OH WHAT WAY TO EXIST. And I can no longer f*****g tell if I'm spouting sarcasm or honesty (but honestly this time) It doesn't even matter as long as I can beat you with it :) And I'd like to snap my neck, just to see if it sound like porcelain because I feel as fragile as a teacup. the problem is I want be at peace not in pieces © 2015 PercyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 6, 2015 Last Updated on January 6, 2015 Tags: poppunk, poop, the wonder years, music, lyrics, smoking, anorexia, saddness, depression AuthorPercyUnited KingdomAboutI don't know if I've lived a sad life, or a normal life seen through sad eyes. My favorite band will always be Brand New My inspirations are James Frey, Ernest Hemingway, Albert Camus, Kurt Von.. more..Writing
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