The thing about me. (talkin about us)

see
theres this thing about me,
where i care so much but i
still dont give a fuck,
where such simplistic beauty could make me tear up
while the ugly makes me want to burn it.

theres this thing about me where youll think
we were close but then we get cut off,
but im still here, im just really depressed scared shitless hiding,
but fuck ill still try n act tough.

where ill shake your hand or rip off your fucking head
because of one words difference in a sentence.

where i want to die slow and alone
out of no where,
but then im almost ecstatic just to live.

Some strange kid.. right?

Sober for a week or two, but always gettin back hooked.



the most grotesque way of committing suicide ive come to know, (yup yup yup,)
im going to die suffering alive and alone, why end it now?
mmm yea, right there dont stop,
make it painful,
make it long.

the thing about me really,
  well i dont even know what it is..
im not even too sure about how i should end this,
But i got this uncanny hunger and i think that has something
    to do with it.

(havent really written anything in a few weeks, just playinn  guitar..figured id write somethin.. so here ya go)