sexta-feira, fevereiro 21, 2014

I know you never asked, but i'll say it anyway.
I am NOT fine.
I'm still the same dumb me I was two years ago. 
Same stupid beliefs, same stupid excuses.
So, yeah, fucked up sums it up real good.
Heads up, spirits down.
Fake it, baby, fake it 'till you make it.
'Cause someday you just can't tell it anymore.
What it is, and what it i'snt.
But how could you know?
Ever so elegant, even in madness.
So helpless. SO COOL.
Gave me the chills. 
Ever so happy, so real.
Just like a kid with his happy meal.
Pure joy in misery, so easily.
For every second of eternity.