fuck with my dreams.
this is what you do to me.
try doing it with a little less severity,
just a little more compassion please.
never cross that line again,
I'm so sick of how you take for granted what you have
because of what it means to me.
"I'm nothing but graceful,"
and that's what hypocrites preach.
It's no help to scream, it renders little use to me.
My heart is large, but my vocal cords are weak.
Why won't you see what I see,
can't you read between what is worthless and what is free.
this is all meaningless.. meaningless in terms of contemporary.
Quit living in the past.
“why can't you write with meaning?”
you couldn't describe how I'm feeling.
So stop the ridiculing, I have a last line for you sweetie.
What is there left to believe in?

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