The world gets unbearable sometimes,
it likes to make you cry
and hurt and regret.
i want to stay strong, but its not that easy anymore.
like as a child, u hurt yourself and a kiss makes it better.
if the world was still so care-free maybe,
maybe i could fight through.
but it isn't. Its just big and bad
and scary.
i want to be able to crawl up onto my parents laps
and just know that im going to be ok.
i dont want to hurt anymore.
and i dont want
tears.
guacomole is a state of mind
Babble Babble, Bitch Bitch
Rebel Rebel, Party Party
Sex, Sex, Sex
don't forget the Violence
And then, the second you feel comfortable
it's gone again
one more loss,
another alone time when i have to move on
I want to get comfy and stay there
no more getting up and having to change again
