The title is how i feel about life alot of the time, i get a feeling that something that goes right never can last for me.
I just pray everything goes right in these few months.
I’m praying i enjoy and savor my holiday.
I’m praying i get to essex and back alive.
I keep reading/hearing about people dying, people who were in the public eye, people weren’t even born, people i never knew.
It makes me hurl to contemplate something as horrific as the end of this all.
Here’s a verse of something i’ve secured on paper for awhile and talked to myself about.
Self confidence is my only antidote
It feels like it’s myself thats holding a knife to pale throat
To hold my breath is my release
To take my self apart piece by piece
i’m stood at a starting line
you have whats on my wrist
you’ve held so tight, even through our fight
since we had our very first kiss.
i hate writing songs in a position where they’ll never be remembered.
its as sickening as a funeral.
If anyone ever figures out what these lyrics mean then they deserve a medal.
