If I could have 1 wish and only one.
It would be to experience every single concert of twenty one pilots, from start to finish, before I die
There's so many songs I might never hear live and that breaks my heart. I'd love to have been there from the beginning.
This might be
A cry for help
I want to feel
I just don't know how
It's not that I don't do it
But nobody seems to think that
I miss you now
I will miss you in the future
But it's my fault
I'm not ready
Felt wrong being with someone else
It's just not the same
I'm not feeling like myself all the time
I feel useless
I've got no job
No Money
Nothing
And that's no excuse
But I've been down for a while now
And when I thought it started to get better
It was far away
Honestly
Thought I would kill myself if I was in another country alone
But by the time it whiters away
It will be too late
Cause I'll be dead
A deadman walking
Waiting
Hoping
To found someone
Something
To be reborn
And create a new hole
As specific as before
To fill it with something
That wasn't here before
And that shape can't fit anything else
Is so specific nothing can fit in there
No matter how small it is
How malleable it is
Nothing fits and everything brakes
When I push it inside
A milimetric cut
That won't accept nothing else
At least until it rusts
And decays
my town? slow
my eyes? glowing
my house? gold
my gravestones? neon
my lip? cut
my day? good
my street? mulberry
my man? bounce
my station? oldies
my fear? raw
my voices? robot
my days? dormant
I sometimes wonder if people actually feel like I do. It's a big ass world with enough people to feel like me, but I mean the people I know and care about. Have they struggled? Wondering: I should talk to him.
Actually thinking that it was a mistake taking me out of their lives.