I don't know how I'm gonna spend my weekend.Study?Yea sure..till my brains bleed.Till all I can see is a blur of words,and all I can feel is resent.I hate feeling this way.I want this to just be a passing period,but it seems to be etched deep in me now.And I feel I'm drifting further from you.I hate this.I need to get out,I need air,I need the sky and seas.I need to let this out,but at the same time I'm keeping it deep inside,building a facade.And I'm still not telling you yet,though I want to.
and cut me deep make me bleed and close the pages as my memory fades