In the end we tend to think of how it began
I could never explain the picture it painted, and how it made me feel
Now the ceiling is in motion
The light centered and overlooked
You want to see me disappear? Well, so do I
Such a quiet evaporation
We're nothing but hollow vessels in search of what makes us alive
I never said this was my revolution when you looked me in the eye
Oh, how I've walked this white line so many times before
What a feeble attempt just to feel alive
This is for you and your hopeless case
You never would leave me in your wish to fail every time
Every time I try
So talk about it
At least it makes you feel something inside
Who have I become
Oh God, everything all around me is crumbling at my feet
I stare so delicate and ashamed
At the shelf I've shed myself from
In the eyes of my ghost
And I will never look back again
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Brittany's Journal of Meaningless Ramblings
This will mostly be random outbursts, my day-to-day ramblings/rants and the rare events that happen in my boring life.
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