i won't make him choose
besides, he has more in common with youI don't want to be forgotten
I don't want to be hated
I don't want to be alone
And I don't want school to be remembered as a place of sorrow and sorrys
I just want to be appreciated.
Sometimes, when ya in guilt,
everything seems to be befitting
the downs, the downs, and
the downsanything bad that happens seems to feel right,
anything good seems to feel like a
facadeAren't I just loving the torture i put myself through
Take a knife, put it over this heart and push it through,
know I'm realFeel the median septum, feel the ventricles,
FEELCan't you see: I'm real, I'm real, I'm real!!
Not a ghost in a shell
not a spectre of age
and not of ectoplasmic material.
How i wish for the converse though, cos that's how i feel right now
Chemistry sucked.
