I keep making cynical laughs
till i don't know what's genuine anymore.
i feel so dejected(?) in what ever i do
till i don't really see the point anymore.
Still remember what it was like to be younger
where in an all guys school we would check gals out
and nub other punk's noses in the sand. figurative, of course.
but it always seems to follow two big rules, no matter where i go
1. Gabriel is always wrong
2. If you ever doubt that Gabriel is wrong, slap yourself and refer to rule number 1.
preeeetttyyyy much like that.
i don't mind.
if its your way of feeling better by putting your stresses on me
by all means do so.
I'm just this vessel that takes all the shit anyway.
food dump
anger dump
manipulated dump
now all i ask is you love me a little
too hard?
