Coldfront

During the lowest points of our lives,

we think of how things would be different if we tried.

But right now I just need to see my friends.

Honestly, I'm fucking dead without them.

And again my heart has dropped to my feet

( My heart's dropped to my feet, it's dropped to my feet)

when I realized that I'm not what people think I should be

(I'm not what you think I am, and I'll never be what you want me to be).

And again I can hardly fucking breathe

(I can't fucking breathe, can't you fucking see?).

I've only got myself to blame for this defeat.

I can't compete with defeat.

"Tomorrow will be different. From now on Ill take those risks", I say it over in my head with a heart full of hope and two clenched fists.

This time I'll try not to fuck it up.

But who am I kidding? I've always lived this way.

The air is getting colder and this town isn't helping.

It is such a fucking waste when another day's another problem faced. Right now I've got a song in my head.

Right now, I've got a pen in my hand.

Right now, I'm going to let it all out.

And they still won't understand.

I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks.

And I am not sorry.