a paramore day....

Give me attention.I need it now. Too much distance. To measure it out, out loud. Tracing patterns. Across a personal map. And making pictures.Where the lines overlap. I can't make my own decisions. Or make any with precision. Well maybe you should tie me up. So i don't go where you don't want me. You say that i've been changing.That i'm not just simply Ageing. Well how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat. You don't have to believe me. But the way I, way I see it..Next time you point a finger i might have to bend it back. And break it off. Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror. If Gods the game that you're playing.Well we must get more acquainted. Because it has to be so lonely to be the only one who's holy. It's just my humble opinion but it's one that i believe in. You don't deserve a point of view

If the only thing you see is you. You don't have to believe me. But the way i, way i see it

I am going away for a while. But I'll be back don't try and follow me'Cause I'll return as soon as possible. See I'm trying to find my place. And it might not be here where I feel safe. We all learn to make mistakes. And run from the with no direction. We'll run from them with no conviction...... Now I'm told that this is life and pain is just a simple compromise so we can get what we want out of it. would someone care to classify? Our broken hearts and twisted minds so I can find someone to rely on. And run to them, full speed ahead. Oh you are not useless we are just, misguided ghosts. Traveling endlessly.The ones we trusted the most.

Pushed us far away.

I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here