• My heart is racing
    trying to keep up with the pace
    my mind is setting,
    questioning everthing,
    can nothing be esay?

    Not with me,
    everthing must hurt,
    it's so much esaier to desert feelings
    than to admit something is RIGHT
    because this worlds designed to contort your love
    My minds ryhmes all end or begin with twizted lines of how i must know she lies

    my hearts begins to despise my mind,
    biding its time
    waiting to strike,

    until internal happiness i find
    i hope its with her
    the girl who makes me waste time
    writhing in ryhmes
    claiming to love me for me
    even if im lazy as can be
    while shes busy as a bee
    my mind claims shes lieing to me.. emo