arcei

I am a simple girl with a simple mind. But, who am I to judge? And who are you to judge me? I say we quit with the shallow promises and skip right to the ''i do's''. You were never quite the talker, things can change. This place is different now, different for everyone. I'll take this sign as my doorway to change. Doorway to make things right again, or as right as they can be. I don't expect anyone to listen anymore, and I sure as hell don't expect you to stay. The singing's getting louder now, louder than before. Before he was shoving me out the door with sad goodbyes. Later on we'll all look back on how foolish we all were. I know I was. The least you can do is admit you're as stubborn as you think you are. I can, and I was more stubborn than I can remember. But, that's in the past.. and all we have now is our future. The past is to learn from, the future is to teach to.
dance, dance, dance. It's all you can do now. Let's go back to highschool and destroy the lives we had. Cut all your hair off and rip up your pants. Your skirt's too long, and your lips are too dry. Save your heart and fall in line. Pennies for nickels, and nickles for dimes. What was I ever thinking anyways? No one really cares about that shit. I was afraid to say I did. Flood your basement, and set out to sea. It's a new world there. With skeptic lies, filthy lives, and modeled boys. Wait a minute, it just occured to me that I was never there in the first place.
Stab yourself in the back before he does, that's the only way to be. If he says he loves you... you're more foolish than he believed you were. When darkness falls the only given choice is to find the light. I've sat here and tried. Fuck all this shit, it's never true. I vote to sit on your pathetic ass and wait until the light finds you. Who is your god? I bet he watches over you everyday. You must face the actions you have brought before you fucking bleed to death. Never once was I doubtful. Maybe this is why it hurts so much. Who needs heartbreak and soiled lies? Who needs wilted flowers and fake goodbyes? Or questioned thoughts to your own demise? Not this girl.