As he sits next to me, comforting me, I think to myself
were is the idiot that was?
the one that beat me and yelled
and cursed....
...
</>Twisting and turning unable to sleep
Do the voices ever stop?
My thoughts speak louder the more I resist
And they're driving me to the limit
...
Ok. lets see....I am a 13 year old from California who is obsessed with the dead and has a growning hatred for the living.Every day a new cut appears on my wrist, salt water sting it. anyway, for some reason i have a british accent instead of a cali one...... i hav a feeling i was adopted.... my bf abused me for a while but somehow he magically changed into a warm hearted guy...)
Such An Idiot Never Was
As he sits next to me, comforting me, I think to myself
were is the idiot that was?
the one that beat me and yelled
and cursed....
the painful memories that I bring back through the pain.
'Where have you gone? the mean one? '
he replies with his voice smooth as honey
'such an Idiot never was'
but I can see him. he is in him.
his eyes burn like hells gates, waiting to lash out at me.
but he repeats
'such an idiot never was....'