“whatever will be ok” how boring would it be to say i think that everything i think is useless how can i ever begin to change got your heart on your sleeve you’ve got your heart weighing on your mind you got your heart weighing on itself its gravity pulls inwards with time i never know what to say i might as well not even be here i think you’re so fucking great i just want to help you get the hell out of here you’re fucking great sometimes you’re just too fucking hard on yourself i fucking pray you don’t believe all the awful things you say about yourself i just want things to go our way just want everything to work itself out what if neither of us felt afraid what if we worked this fucking shit out? but ive thinking in this one style what if I’m thinking irrational i think I’m stuck in another fear cycle i dug a grave for this fucking shit pile

don’t blame yourself for getting trapped inside a loop of pain fear & insecurity because everyone is trapped here too to different degrees its a symptom of our own minds and the social machinery that surrounds us that absolutely wants to grind us into to dust yea the world would love to tear your skin off and turn it into money yeah the world would love to tell you you ever aren’t worth a pile of coins the weight of your body yeah the world would love to pay you a dollar an hour and say you aren’t worth anything yeah the world would love to drain you and chew you up and burn your bones for energy so if you can, develop strategies to not be eaten by that machine seek control in your own life and seek that power by your own means even though you’ll be told lies if you’re unemployed you still deserve to eat you deserve to have things & security & you deserve to be happy just know its so obvious and clear a society that chooses to starve its sick and poor is ruled by fear yeah i know they’ll put that guilt upon your head ive wanted to be dead because i had no way to pay for rent but it’s system of pain it’s a hole they try to cut in you to make you accept a seven dollar wage because nobody would accept that treatment unless they were so afraid so when it hurts you gotta just float yourself away if you can even tho it feels you’re anchored by the pain even if it means laying in bed and sleeping for the whole day dont allow yourself to be swallowed by the manufactured fear and pain just do what you can

its everybody’s birthday and i love to have fun skin fallen off brain falling off your personalities gone put it in a square and make the square as small as u can id yell if there was room for yelling I’m just saying what i can birthday on a friday everything is ok theres no reason to cry we’re all together everything is perfect everything is right between you and i ill ruin the night ill ruin your life i hope you hate everyone you ever meet like me you’re right i think I’m doing fine i think I’m just as evil as i was born to be

words by jack blare and on the third day the boredom set in and lo the things he’d once found entertaining were now about as interesting as reality tv as public education even some of the dirty things there is no stage just people and concrete

all hope is gone all hope is gone away but we’ll be ok thats cool

all I’m trying to do is rock and not suck all I’m trying to do is stay standing up all I’m trying to do is sleep it off all I’m trying to do is shake the sleep off cos i hate doing nothing with my days i hate watching the hours melt away i hate feeling my power slip away I’m doing what i can and I’m doing what i can even if its not worth anything

please tell me what to do to be there for you i dont know if you understood, i said theres cops in the woods we should probably ditch our friends and make some other plans we’ll catch up with them later it’ll be ok