I flew across the Pacific without enough fuel to make it to the end.
Crashing into the ocean, drowned in confusion...as to why I would do it in the first place.
Out of breathe from trying to catch the last bus home...I stood there hopeless...with nothing to do.
What was I supposed to do?
I no longer felt wanted, with nobody answering my calls- I no longer felt the need to try anymore...I would just get home another way...
My opens opened one month after...
i've never been so disgusted with this world - religion, school, "friends"...people.
The thoughts that lie in the bottom of our minds...
it's so complex not even science can figure it out....
Silence...
and then...
footsteps...
and then...music...
and then ...screaming, dancing, drinking...
let sobriety be forgotten at the end of this week..
and next week
and every single week.
take my mind off these things...
Maybe I won't remember when I wake up...
so...
**
I say DJ turn the music up
And send another round going to my cup
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
I wanna Feel it (ohh ohh)
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Party of happiness or just to hide the pain?
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