Idk why I keep going back to the idea that if everything doesn’t work out ok ill just go join a MC and live my fathers life.
when i fly and look down i’d swear that’s not me. that’s not me. forget your taught talking and lessening lessons. you strut like a stutter. dumb loser user boy so used to the abuse can’t see how he’s been used. pokes me in the side. mistakes my gagging for a smile. i can’t fly till he can fly.
bro remember when u listened to this song in the commons area of your middle school and you had a purple and black zebra case on your ipod and your background was a cartoon monster or cupcake and muffin that said ‘muffins are just ugly cupcakes’and you were wearing glittery converse and you teased and straightened your hair and wore a bow in it and you told everyone u got the bow at hot topic but you really got it at claires for 6.95 and you had like a whole dance choreographed in your head to this song but you never actually did it and then you went and talked about nightmare before christmas with your friend for an hour over skype