I suffocated myself
Once, twice, three times
In a split second
I had it in my hands to fail
I know all my faults by heart
I've never been the loved one
I work the other way around
I suffocated myself
Once, twice, three times
In a split second
I had it in my hands to fail
I know all my faults by heart
I've never been the loved one
I work the other way around
“It’s gotten to the point where I don’t know who I am anymore. I constantly feel like I am on the verge of breaking down. I feel like I am going crazy, and if my mind is an ocean, my thoughts are a tsunami. I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate, I can’t even think straight. I am a fucking mess.”
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— Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
we have a piano in our basement and occasionally, late at night, you can hear keys being pressed. i’m too much of a coward to go down there, but its a nice source of inspiration for art.
Hi I'm back with another song, I wrote it recently and even posted a video on youtube, if anyone is curious to hear my voiceeee
I hope you like it :)
I kind of feel
overwhelmed
Filling in the blanks
Cause oh my god
It's not like a ride on the merry-go-round
And it's not all about love
I don't give a damn about your pretty face
Or the way you seem to float when you walk
But I admit
Sometimes I feel like my jealousy could kill me
Yes I admit
That I may not be as you imagined
But we are too fucking youngs
To play basketball with each other's hearts
We are to fucking youngs
To know how to fake it so well
To be in love
And I got it right this time
I kinda feel
That sometimes I can't breathe
Dripping like a leak
And people say that
It's all in my head
Cause it's easier to pretend there ain't a problem
Than to be a problem
And that's the way the world works
But I admit
Sometimes I let anxiety get the better of me
Yes I admit it
And maybe that's not what you wanna hear
But we are too fucking youngs
To play basketball with each other's hearts
We are too fucking youngs
To know how to fake it so well
To be in love
And I got it right this time
But I hope someday
We'll find a better way
To make things make sense
I hope someday
You think of me
Not as an enemy or a bad memory
But now we are too fucking youngs
To play basketball with each other's hearts
We are too fucking youngs
To know how to fake it so well
To be in love
And I got it right this time
The link: https://youtu.be/3hBO-gKer3s
Just one more song and I hope you like it
Worst feeling
Smooth skin and freckles
It's all in her face
She knows, that she can
Have whoever she wants
When she wants
I take a deep breath
As she makes one more victim
It's just a magazine cover
But everyone likes it
And everyone cares
I'm second choice
And I know that
The comparisons kill me
Slowly
I wonder why I do this to myself
But after a while
It becomes an addiction
I want everything she is
And everything she has
Cause who I am is worthless
And that's the worst feeling
Just a song I wrote, hope someone somewhere likes it :)
- Yesterday -
I was your favorite
I was your everything
Then you decided
That I was nothing at all
Oh
You hit me like a bullet
I try to keep myself busy
Dinners and dresses
I smile at people
They smile back
Oh
But something's wrong
I go back to yesterday
Always and always again
I go back to yesterday
It's the only way I can see your face
again
And then it all repeats
I was your run or die
You were my bad boy
You were so careful
And then something changed your mind
...
I’m jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships… they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all.
You want my body
The face contorted in pure pleasure
You want my kiss
Feel the contour of my waist
And yet you want everything
Less me
I tried to find love
In the arms of a stranger
Burning kisses
Of nights that never last
I found myself between tears and smiles
And promises that will never be kept
And in the end
There I was
Alone
I tried to create a pink world
In which I could lock myself behind a door
I tried to ignore all the screams
In low pleas that can barely be heard
I tried to tell you my reasons
I'm afraid you didn't hear
I tried to make myself present
But I was forgotten
Now you can find me in the back of your mind
A distant memory
Of someone who was once so present
My mind is a sweet torment
My actions are intentionally programmed
I spill lies disguised as kindness
For pure amusement
I'm a bored girl
I always hated the riddles
The mysteries
The suspense and the tension
But that was before, they came with
A pair of blue eyes
And a cigarette between the lips