set forth from false principles

*sprinkles ibuprofen onto your dash like fish food*

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

I’m moving on, this time you can’t tag along, I standing so far from where I belong; I need to get back to the way that I was, the one who didn’t fight, didn’t worry, didn’t fuss; I can’t just stand here and wait on you, To do the things I wish would come true. Those things will never gonna happen, I know you too well, I’ve caught up with your lies, the words you’d never tell; Your flattering words, turned your changeable actions, I’ll never get those things and the have satisfaction; Of having the things I thought I would get, Now I’m sitting here blank faced and written with regret. You put on a show, then you’re gone like the wind, The feelings you left me with, can never transcend; It’s all the same, it’s not like we weren’t good, You just didn’t notice, & I was just misunderstood.

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