2001-11-12 - 7:38 p.m.
unlucky seventeen, already handed plans for the future glamour obsessed, told how to dress, and shown how to think and i don't have a job, but i can show you how to be a slob so many days, wasted and glazed sometimes i laugh aloud as i think about, you asking me "please can you help?" can't help my self i'm not your savior, i'm not who you want me to be a cowardly mistake i've made so many times before, refusing to break cut my losses ties them with you, like a good boy i'll pretend and promise not to do it again do you remember when, life was so simple and permanent? everyone's changed, "everyone's cool", everyone sucks but i can't seem to complain, exciting and new is just not there you're getting scared i'm not your savior, never thought i was anyway i'm a void with empty promises that backs out late never said i'd change, taking back the words that we spoke like a fuel tank running dry, you'll believe it when i choke� older
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