don’t tell her how I give you something that you never even knew you missed
don’t you even try and explain how it’s so different when we kiss
you just tell her that the only way her heart will mend is when she learns to love again
and that it won’t make sense right now but you’re still her friend
i get physically sick when i think of the obsession with a material culture and celebrities that plagues our country and makes people blind to social issues and injustices.
why do you care what shoes she wore?….. how much they cost? do you know how many malaria vaccinations those pair of shoes she will wear once could provide? do you know a child dies every 45 seconds of malaria?
probably not. how many days in the past year have you taken a minute to read ANY world news?
none. you just read the twitter feeds of every single Kardashian sibling… every. single. day. multiple times a day. sickening.
open your eyes, America! do not be distracted by the curvaceous one! I know, I know her butt looks huge and amazing in that designer dress.. but don’t you care about the real, tangible world?
because I have other things to fill my time.
you take what is yours and I’ll take mine
now let me at the truth which will refresh my broken mind.
somebody that I used to know
now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
but had me believing it was always something that I’d done
I don’t wanna live that way - reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
and I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
c’est la vie
i say i’ve got so many better things, but i’ve got nothing.
you should see me, i smoke myself to sleep.
im so sorry I didn’t see the signs, greg :(
I think about you so much and I miss you more than I ever thought would be possible with you being in my life such a short amount of time. i always dreamed of the day you’d fly us all around.
RIP.
so you think you can tell heaven from hell?
blue skies from pain?
but can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?
do you think you can tell?
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did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for a cool breeze?
cold comfort for change?
and did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
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how I wish…. how I wish you were here.
we’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year.
running over the same old ground.
but what have we found?
the same old fears.
I wish you were here……..
