Spilled Out

I have my own,

I don't wanna be in trouble again,

So I must pretend,

Oh, my lonely heart craves, all it craves,

Is for a little attention, please Inspector, no inspection,

I grieve when others lose someone close to them, like I am someone close to them,

You think of me a dupe, a druggee, well don't,

I'm young, and I'm scared, and that's normal,

I don't wanna do anything that's gonna get me in trouble, are you gonna get me in trouble?

This whole world is make-believe,

Let me speak before you proceed,

This whole world is make-believe, a playground for those deceased, immortalized in ungod-like ways, sometimes to feed the brain, the youngsters don't get the maze, they all talk about cults these days, guns in hand, they kill to rave, playing with their hand grenades, trying to spark a war, why do we do these for?

I've never been in a gang,

Never seen no one hanged,

Never saw a noose,

Never had 'em loose,

Never had to be motivated,

All I am is dedicated,

I am human, after all,

Sometimes I trip, and sometimes I fall,

But here I am,

A giant mess,

How did you end up here?

How did you... know?

Where will we go?

Author's Note

i rush into many things, relationships are one of them, i used to think it was so easy, but now i know its not. being content with what u already have means more to me now than it did before; i know that now.