the walls of this house hear more than you think
so shut your mouth and stop screaming
ignore your company
cause the way you talk is so demeaning
in case of emergency
don’t you try calling me
i’m already out the door
you think you’re so fucked up
well, take a look at me
i want you to shut up
and tell me what you see
tell me you’re bored as hell
be careful what you say
cause you can never tell
which words will get away
what do you mean you’re leaving me
you were never here in the first place
go and run off with him
i knew i never could trust you anyways
in case of emergency
don’t you try calling me
i don’t care anymore
drop the lies, and face your fears!
you’ve been spitting out the same lines for years!
drop the lies, and face your fears!
you’ve been spitting out these lines!
you think you’re so fucked up
well, take a look at me
i want you to shut up
and tell me what you see
tell me you’re bored as hell
be careful what you say
cause you can never tell
which words will get away
don’t tell me about shattered windows
when every pane is one that you shot out
between these paper thin walls
lies the cause of a broken house
every word you spit at me
acts upon us like matches held to flame
when you’re searching in broken mirrors,
make sure to tell me who’s to blame
you think you’re so fucked up
well, take a look at me
i want you to shut up
and tell me what you see
tell me you’re bored as hell
be careful what you say
cause you can never tell
which words will get away
…the kids aren’t alright…
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written f20may2011.
again, not too proud of this one, but i was fifteen.
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idiography 