Untitled Song

Im on top of the world and Im feeling great

Your the only reason im feelin straight

I know already, I wanna like you

we flirt, we talk, we text till 2

"dont fall hard, you'll only regret it"

"oh no problem, dont you sweat it"

Your standing there in your clique

I just want to kiss you on your cheek,

But your friends would stare, and give me a glare

I can sense they dont want me there,

 

I sat there and watched you cry

I should have stayed, I could have supplied

you wanted me there, to run my fingers through your hair

and tell you its alright, and hold you tight

But I didnt stay, I went home sorry bae

It would have been fun, what we could of done

But it was okay, saved for another day

 

Then you vanished, you were gone for a week,

we didnt chill, we didnt text, we didnt speak.

I began to worry, the thoughts started to scurry

what if she's mad? what if shes sad?

what if she has grown a sudden detest?

and for a week I couldnt rest.

I couldnt sleep, I couldnt eat, I just felt incomplete.

 

And then you returned, with good news galore

you were grounded and you didnt ignore.

I was relieved,

but you had me decieved

you told me you liked me

and this totally phsyched me.

you gave me desire

that I couldnt aquire

 

"I dont know how to say this, but theres another guy"

so its all been a lie!

anger flowing through my veins

the clouds cover and it starts to rain,

the drops of sadness pound above my hall

as I clench my fist and begin to crawl

the music is pumping, and my heart is thumping

I yell and scream, to blow off some steam

my fist clenched, my clothes are drenched

my nausious stomach is being ripped and wrenched

madness and sadness mix and mingle, oh how I hate being single

my delirious mind leaves me furious,

how she can be so spurious,

I thrust the ball of flesh on the end of my arm

it strikes the wall but does no harm,

I swing again,

it echoes the den,

I feel my knuckles penetrate the membrane

I must refrane from striking again,

but my fist keeps moving, I dont know what im proving,

I just keep punching, my knuckles are crunching

 

the rage simmers my blood as I lay on my bed depleted

a tear rolls down my cheek and I feel defeated,

I need some air,

this isnt fair.

one in the morning I leave my house

sneaking out as quiet as a mouse

no shirt no shoes,

no need to snooze

I begin to sprint, and sprint I did

I just ran and ran and then I hid

fatigue to the point of illness,

laying on the road in utter stillness

spending my time squandering and pondering

over the girl that kept my mind wandering.

 

Look at me now, I was on top of the world

but things got swirled, twisted, and twirled.

theres one thing to keep in mind

Shit happens, and love is blind.