This whole little act you pull around your friends....not cute.

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Shiiiiiiiiit

Windy

When the wind blows, its like it shouts your name; Only you never hear it, Don't worry I do the same, So caught up in the problems around you; waking up to realize, all they wanted was to doubt you, To think of the deep purple nights, when the wind would surround you; You probably looked up and wish the stars could help you, But wishing on a star couldn't get you very far, because you know that the places you wish to go make it there by car; So you sit and reminisce over some little scar, talking about how it left an even bigger hole in your heart.
You can't say your living when you always feel like your dead; You can't say your dead, when you always preach about keeping your head; Weeping over something that was only once said, Will never be spoken again, only read.
When the wind blows, its like it shouts your name; Only you never hear it, your too busy trying to run away from the claim.

yOU.

Should calm your shit and spare the wits.

Catalyst

My Impetus,
My Impulses,
My Motives,
Their everything you know.
Their everything you pray wouldn't happen.

You place me on a pedestal and except me to dance,
Become an over achiever,
With the thoughts of me being the epitome of this thing
you hope would never exist.

I feel like a hermit now, thanks for the help.
If you'd only listen,
You'd see this isn't the cry out you think it is.
But of course it is,
Because everyone is just so much better, right?
What happened, what went wrong?
To become so cynic, your motives must be so grand.

To think,
Out of all this I just wanted to see the palm of your hand.