Corey's.

by tea-boy. Fri 24 Jul 2009, 7:47 pm

She said, “There’s a big difference between be and believe.
I don’t know what is to you, but it’s nothing to me.
And we all share the same fate separately,
But no one can figure out who to be or who to believe.”

And so I walk these empty fucking corridors,
And I just keep thinking more and more,
About the blue sky outside and why it’s so hard to see,
And why the blackbird is so kind to me.

All these faces blur like a rainy day,
Or a too loud party with living decay.
I watch and watch but I can’t see,
I’m not sure who to be or who to believe,
Or what exactly to perceive,
My brain is slow, but quick to release.

I watch a little girl skipping now,
And I could swear I heard her avow:
“I watched him play with everyone but me,
And I’m the one who’s insane you see.”

And it all just keeps building up,
Like a graveyard diary in a Dixie cup.
I see stained colors through a kaleidoscope,
Everyone’s trying to cope and hope,
And I guess I’m just trying to pass the days,
Failing to lift what each thought ways.
Satisfaction is hard to achieve,
When no one can figure out who to be or who to believe.

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A/N: Kind of a song. Completely different style than I normally use, so tell me if it's not good.

by Jack Skellington Fri 24 Jul 2009, 8:01 pm

omg. Meg.
I now know why you're one of my favorite authors. It was epic. Seriously.

I don't even know. nawwww

Corey's.

Corey's.

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