im sittin at home in my dark room on a friday night bumpin the art of noise thinkin bout wats all this for isnt jus me that thinks so subseen theres nuttin for me but a dream of wounderin will i ever b with someone long enof 2 get a child from but wtf am im dumb or wat im thinkin bout kids 4 wat but mayb cuz i no with new life theres a posobility 4 meanin but da only meanin 4 me is hopein 2 have moments in love like the stars about glowin in night but they never show fright only fight of will thorts of me lets go of da past but dats like leting go my of my bad habits pill popin classics of night talkin 2 my xs they askin me y im so high nd please stop with my short term addiction in fact long term shorty on da fone beggin me 2 stop i asked her y she replies cuz she cares 4 me nd pluse u showed me i didnt have 2 cut my self deeply or at all im like a profit dat came along 2 save me from all thoses gothics lol but nah dat a emo trait shorty did stop cutin herself 4 me nd even tho she not with me at least iv showed her humans can b decently lofefull or lovefull im done with this hopefuly u got a piece of me that u understand if not i write bull shit or u crazy stuck in da matrix lmao or im crazy watever
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