i said what i needed to say already.
i hope tomorrow we could at least go back to what we used to.
i hate to be negative like this.
today’s frown looks awful alike from the frown a day ago
“did it hurt? does it still hurt?”
i’ve always tried to explain but there wasnt anyone there to hear out what i had to say
so i gave up, but still tried anyways
hoping maybe you could care about the “real me”
the screams from yesterday
echoed and bounced off the back of today’s me
it feels like i deserved all of this
but who said that?
i cant help but point fingers
and when confronted we try to see who we really are
as so as the years go by
i try not to complain
its miserable and pointless and it only causes disarray
i kept it safe
and just played some games
these feelings are things i’ll forget about, anyways
“does it still hurt?”
“it definetly still hurts”
i pry my mouth but closed it when i realized no one cared for what i had to say
and with this day becoming grey
i place together a symbol of hope
since my karma is still no where obvious or to be found
i’m walking home questioning my morals
maybe if the people around me have no answers
i could bother asking the stars resting in the midnight sky
my tears drowned out the angry screams from yesterdays me
and overflowed oakland city
making it everyones problem too
would you forgive me if you saw my scarlett eyes?
i would hate for everything to start off this way
but everything is just another day
yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday. tomorrow, right now.
it doesnt matter. it’s all the same.
the pain from that “me”, will never go away.
“did it hurt?” “does it hurt right now?”
my mouth is kept shut because i already know what the answer is anyways
with my days forever grey
i still look ahead, always.