Opposing Team: The World

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
Wrote this when i was having a bit of a bad day and was seriously fed up with everything :/ x

Submitted: February 22, 2010

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Feeling all the earth below your feet,

So sick and tired of all the tragic defeat.

Wishing you could fly away and leave thise place,

Sick of this whole town and showing the same old face.

Quit drawing your weapons to yourself and your envy,

You can't take it any longer, you are your own worst enemy.

We're climbing a bit too far on this twisted death ladder.

It's time to just run out of all the rain and blood spatter.

Because living isn't all it's cracked up to be,

Especiallly when every last fear to face becomes unleashed.

The cuts and pills are starting to get old,

We all have an individual story that needs to be told.

Our stories unravel and become undone,

All that's left to do is find each other and run.

Our feet racing against the ground with a beat so absurd,

Covering up all sound so our sobs cannot be heard.

So tired of breaking and tearing at the seams,

Sick of desperation and living in fake dreams.

Everybody correcting you on all the emotions that you lack,

A gun cocked and loaded so life can stab you in the back.

A blood stained goodbye to every hater that made you,

Let the world pretend that they did all that they could do.

Every person that mocked you, you can no longer despise,

You just want to get rid of those pathetically broken eyes,

Because in the mirror we don't see what we really should see,

We make ourselves out to be worse than we ever could be.

So sharpen the blade and scream words into the wind,

So that maybe it won't hurt so much the next time it goes in.


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