if i could turn back time.......i would.
a good day to me is one where i avoid static shock, how about you?
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sometimes you just feel down, like crap.
and you just sit back and need to tell the truth about things in the past that you lied to yourself about.
im no good with explanations in writing, so i put them into lyrical form. it makes it a little narrow but oh well.
anything in ( ) is screamed
now sometimes/
it comes down to/
needing to dictate/
your life and concentrate/
i dont know how i should feel/
when all the lies/
seemed so real/
can you see this/
the scars i wear on my wrists/
is it what you wanted/
my hearts the mark you never missed/
can you feel this/
the scars i wear on my wrists/
she's what i always wanted/
i shot and i missed/
ive tried so hard to understand/
why you left/
my broken heart/
couldnt figure out where to start/
and you crossed me off your list/
i was so confused, my head was a mess/
and at times i wonder if it still is/
i think about when you held me tightly/
i wish you still would/
i wont forget you/
even when/
we're not together/
i wrote the beggining/
you wrote the ending/
can you see this/
the scars i wear on my wrists/
(is it what you wanted/)
my hearts the mark you never missed/
can you feel this/
the scars i wear on my wrists/
(she's what i always wanted/)
i shot and i missed/
sometimes i feel ashamed/
that i loved a girl so much/
every look, every touch/
(but she didnt feel the same/)
how did we make it so far, going different ways/
i swore you were the girl i loved in my dreams/
but i figured out the problem/
i just forgot to dream you'd feel the same about me/
(i never changed)
(i loved you so much it drove me insane)
(hurt to know you said it)
(when you only thought you loved me to)
can you see this/
the scars i wear on my wrists/
(is it what you wanted/)
my hearts the mark you never missed/
can you feel this/
the scars i wear on my wrists/
(she's what i always wanted/)
i shot and i missed/
oh i shot and i missed/
today was pretty crappy, slept most of it away, then my uncle was being a dick head (what else is new?) work was boring and 6 hours seemed liek forever. then walking home at 4am some guy stopped me pulled out a fucking boyscout knife and told me he wanted my wallet......wtf? first rule of mugging someone would be to make sure you dont make them laugh at the puny piece of shit weapon you pull on them, rule number two, make sure the person your mugging doesnt have a huge fucking box cutter on them.
long story short i looked at him funny and he told me he'd stab me if i didnt, so i pulled my box cutter out of the carrier on my hip and told him i was pretty sure mine was bigger, (lol the blade is about 2 inches fully extended) and then i told him id had a bad day, id just got off work and i wanted to go sleep, and if he didnt let me i had no problem giving him a new hole in his face to eat out of. thats about the time he closed it put it in his pocket and ran away across the park and ride parking lot, so i called the police and reported it, couldnt really tell what he looked like but he looked like a bum so i told them that. then i went home.
heard a cop car go by right after i walked in the door, so idk. dont really care. i think the guy would have been more scared had he known i really would have had no problem stabbing him. i have no sympathy for people like that and i wouldnt have had any remorse afterword either. thats the kinda person i am.
