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Current song: From First To Last, Note To Self
Current mood: Stomach hurts
Two roads...Split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
I wanted to be that breath of fresh air, When everything smelled so insincere.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth, Deceit has ways of sticking around.
And I'm ready to disappear, Vacation seems far...From here.
Note to self: I miss you terribly.
This is what...We call a tragedy.
Come back to me, back to me, To me.
(repeat)
I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I dont know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene, I need a break from the routine.
(repeat)
Two roads...Split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so far.
Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so...Far!
☼IMMENSE THE HAIL OF BULLETS☼
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Note To Self...