Beauty doesn't get you any fucking where.. And having a nicely lit warm heart doesn't mean a fucking thing in this pathetic ass world. Be content Lisa, don't let yourself slip. Sick of the catastrophe; the whole, "it's not you it's really me." I've fixed and I've split right into trying to help so many with what I've only ever had myself to attend to.. These guessing games are tough. I'll never be happy enough to just be happy, I get it now. A living mirage behind the cash cow. Sick as shit wanting more from it. Where is my content just to live. Where is my irony in the blasphemy of what love and living is truly supposed to be. Am I just another woman scorned? Basic ass principles you sharpen up that tact and show them the tools baby girl. Learn from these fools and lock the doors behind them to the heart being housed by such a bruised, kindred soul. My spirits lost, out of control. You could never be like me for I'm too bold. You're old school just do what you're told. I'm done fighting for what I believe in when I'm positive it never once believed in me. Tragedy.. Un attested, blessed yet never well rested. I see now why it was so much easier being fogged up by hate and only getting to know myself when I masturbate. I live here in this kind of mind and I don't want even know where to truly begin and end. What's yours and what's mine..
Omens are friends and they've dropped like flies lately. All started back when I had my first baby. Now after years of raising them and growing up myself I don't even know who is being true to me because I've allowed me to love people I'd never be. That's all pause for the cause though reverend in true beauty.
Omens are friends and they've dropped like flies lately. All started back when I had my first baby. Now after years of raising them and growing up myself I don't even know who is being true to me because I've allowed me to love people I'd never be. That's all pause for the cause though reverend in true beauty.