I Concede myself
And I can’t see myself
When I conceal myself
I just wanted to go to the movies
It wasn't quite selfish
But no, we’ll drink instead
You’ll put thoughts in my head
The couch will be my bed
And your face will drain all the red
That I love
Don’t ask me stupid questions
When you’re lying I can always tell
You can’t hide and I can’t surrender
Winning is for losers the end feels like hell
Cause you are turned away
You are all I never thought you would be
And worse, I’m not me
I’m drunk and driving home
But the place where I go I can no longer call my own
So when I get there I’ll sit and wait
Just like the days before, I read books and wrote poems
And unlocked my back door
I welcomed ghosts but they were cold
My room is still the same
The town will never change
Run run run away
They say the friendships last
But I’m fooling myself to think we could go back
Eleven years, but one is enough
To change the whole damn scene
Everything has grown smaller and no one will agree
That’s it’s easy to get sucked down
But I refuse to be, anything but free
Fuck the inferno of our turbulent youth
Even if it means goodbye
Please tell me what you think
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"But I refuse to be, anything but free
Fuck the inferno of our turbulent youth
Even if it means having to leave."
I dont know, jsut trying to help. no, yes? do you not want help? or yes you do?
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i like this peice a lot. the only thing i would try and change is the last stanza. im big on closure.. and the end does have closure, but its missing the rhyme. i odnt know........ maybe its just me. Just something to think about, other than that, i absolutly love this write. So much i am going to read it again.
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"i concede myself
and i can't see myself"
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i like that part too
the rest kind of sounds like shit. i edited a lot and made it into a little diddy.
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