Uni is so difficult, I miss Sophie so much.
The music started
I realized it was all a lie
The guitars were ringing out
Last year’s punk
No I couldn’t bear the burden
So I threw it all away
I left my home and all my friends behind
Oh make me young again
I found a way to mend this broken heart
But it don’t want me there singing about love anymore
It just wants to sleep out in the park
But it don’t really matter what I say
You’re just going to twist it anyway
Do you even listen to my words?
You just want to memorize the chords
I’m alone again because
All I really want’s the truth
It’s so rare to find that anywhere these days
An honest arrow caught my shoulder
in a sea of New York curves
I’ll try to play the part of celebrity
Oh it’s a headache
To walk that way
I was dressed up in all the wrong clothes
Oh do you remember, what you were last year?
Do you remember your former roles?
But it don’t seem to matter who I am
No one seems to want to understand that
I’m my mother’s son
I’m a rolling stone
I don’t want anything
I have to own
Help me run and hide baby
Help me run and hide
From the rest of the world
I’m terrified baby yeah
so on a scale from matilda to carrie how well do you deal with your psychic abilities
We are told what to enjoy, what to like and what is good by a cultural invention - hereditary through language and society, created by humans. We invent restrictions, we create our own problems, problems that should be broken but lay dormant in humanity’s laziness.