My throat's so full of words that my lips just won't let slip. Like 'I am so over all of this...'. These signs they mean nothing anymore, blue skies mean not a thing anymore, and these stars are nothing, to me.
So I shrug it off- the hope that one day you'll return, as I know you'll never return, because you're not a homing bird. And I shrug it off, with hope that one day I'll be fine- I know that I will be fine, with wide smiles, and things kept from minds.
'I'll never get better- I'll learn, and get worse'.
I guess it's a trap!
A million lines of written words wouldn't help you- you wouldn't understand them, and you wouldn't get the meaning. So anyway, I do know it's lame to write a song about the people that you hate, but on this page, I will say...
'I'm sorry- I know this is unlike me... But I am done with this shit'.
So if it's cool with you, I'll never cross your path. And I'll never be your friend.