Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in
Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no one seems to hear a thing
Its not gonna work out this way. It really isnt. Who the heck still hates school after what? one month? And i can't even explain why i feel this way. Its just ... so off. So off. Where are you when i need you most? I'm sorry, i'm in a pisser of all moods, my smses are rubbish, monosymbolic answers. My heart just isn't into it right now. Where is God when i need him?
When what you want most is a warm hug, a reasuring word. All you get are teases, insults, cold answers, fake waves. When what you want most is to tell everyone else to disappear. All you do is keep it inside, smile and put up a brave front. Laughing outside, screaming inside. Smiling faces, crying hearts.
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