#witheredsunday

It’s sad how you think that it’s not okay for me to write songs about you, about what you did to me and how you make me feel, it’s pathetic how you push me away and pretend I don’t exist even after I choose to love you through all the reason given for me to hate you... but somehow when it’s your turn, everyone should believe it’s not being said about them.. and you have all the authority over their reputations! Who made you the king, holding that specific crown?

You can keep talking about how everyone you know somewhat comes off as a pervert or has some thing to do with sex... but sadly the only person that thinks with their ‘other brain’ is YOU. You can’t call someone else a pervert when you talk about sex and dirty things so much over text that even you feel like you could taste the person from the other end.

Your so called detoxing won’t do you any good when your mind is filled with shit... when you go around pretending to be a hero or pretending to be the victim in every which way!

So keep writing and keep showing every petty little creature that reads your pathetic make believe stories about how you and your god complexity get you through the night filled with the so called demons in your head that you yourself create and cry about later.

That isn’t creativity, to launch your petty little thoughts in a petty little way for your little group of “friends” who only visit to read this for the scoop they get out of it.

So yeah... keep going, coz this shit that you keep doing will be the fire under me to keep me going... you see I don’t have to write these small itsy bitsy articles filled with lies and god complexes to get me through.

I’ll hit you when you least expect it. And you’ll remember the name that you tried to scar.

Because at the end... I still chose to keep to myself, still chose to love and not hate, still chose to over look.

Chose to overlook YOU and YOUR GOD COMPLEX