I Sain'T a Sinner, I Only Play One On With These Words

it's days like this that faking getting enjoyment out of life is especially difficult the smiles are just cheap parlor tricks i used to keep you off balance and unaware of the battle going behind these worn out eyes not so much between good and evil more like living and dying (in vanity) somtimes these truths aren't held up by any self evident ideals i want to hide in a darkened corner of my mind and wait this out the majority of the time i'm hiding part of my personality, why not add more to the list of "do not enter" these moods are starting to become inspiration in my own words i'm out of understanding and fed up with being MISunderstood don't misTAKE these words, because they're not as fake as the sound of laughter autumn leaves and winter solstace mood swings i'm addicted to sunlight and fireflies notice to you: i'm moving to never never land never growing up has never seemed like such a good idea running away in nursery rhymes and stories of heros vanquishing villians learning to write myself out of context and out of my head to keep from fighting captin hook to the bitter end