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LEO RN
GO LEO!
War Paint
You want to bottle me up
Lock away my heart and soul
You came searching for a rock
That you could build your home upon
But I’m a rolling stone
I’m a
I’m a rolling stone
And what ya’ need the most
What ya’
What ya’ need the most
Is what I have the least
Lock and Load
I’ve seen a lot but still
Too young to feel old
I’ve got my scars to show
Won’t give up into the thrill
I’m standing on my own
I can’t just give it all up for you
Just when I’m ‘bout to cross the finish line
300 years it took
To make the climb
Now it’s my time
But I’m a rolling stone
I’m a
I’m a rolling stone
And what ya’ need the most
What ya’
What ya’ need the most
Is what I have the least
Lock and Load
I’m seen a lot but still
Too young to feel old
I’ve got my scars to show
Won’t give into the thrill
I’m standing on my own
No love, no pain
War paint
Beneath my eyes
Beneath my eyes
No love, no pain
War paint
Beneath my eyes
Beneath my eyes
I have a lot of fight in me
Fight in me
You won’t be the death of me
D-death of me
I have a lot of fight in me
Lock and load
Lock and Load
I’ve seen a lot but still
Too young to feel old
I’ve got my scars to show
Won’t give into the thrill
I’m standing on my own
Lock and Load
I’ve seen a lot but still
Too young to feel old
I’ve got my scars to show
Won’t give into the thrill
I’m standing on my own
No love, no pain
War paint
Beneath my eyes
Beneath my eyes
No love, no pain
War paint
Beneath my eyes
Beneath my eyes
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Smoke
I want to just disappear from my whole life.
I don’t want the people I know to forget their memories with me, but I want to disappear,
And not have to talk to anyone,
And not to have to call people and see everyone at Christmas time,
Or let them come over for my birthday and give me things I will return.
I’m taking that chance that I’ve talked about earlier for you.
Because you’re the person I want to be next to when I die.
I guess I’m ready to die.
My life is the equivalent of death - Nothing really ever happens.
You know what, I take that back; I’m not ready to die.
But I’m ready for a change.
Once I get that change,
I know I may not like it,
But I need to know if the thing I think would be better than what I’m living in,
Would be worth it after all.
I can’t smoke cigarettes,
Because I have asthma.
I almost fainted in the shower today because I got overheated, and my lungs started to cave in on themselves.
I know once I light up,
I can never take it back,
And I’ll never be very healthy,
But if I ever do smoke a cigarette,
It needs to be by you.
You would understand,
Or at least offer me a lighter.
I had a dream last night about you.
In my imagined relationship,
I would be a good girl,
And you would be the bad boy.
But in the dream,
We were both the same.
We were lying on the train tracks,
Somewhere far from anywhere I knew.
But I was safe
Because I was with you.
We were both lying there,
Not touching,
Looking up at the starry sky,
Smoking cigarettes.
I don’t know how to smoke,
But when I smoked,
I knew how to.
I knew how to get it to poison my wasted heart perfectly.
I need to do it at least once,
Smoke a cigarette with you,
But maybe if I got addicted to the nicotine,
Or you,
Then I would be able to stay in that eden,
With you and that rebellious drug,
Until the nicotine,
Or my crappy lungs,
Killed me.
Next to you.
I’m taking the chance.
I’m tired of crying.
I’m tired of feeling my heart ache with loneliness and pity as you feel slightly the same, I suspect.
I’ve said in the past I was scared of taking the chance to be with you.
And I’m not saying I’m not scared;
I’m terrified.
But I need to do this for you.
I need to take a chance for your sake, not mine.
I feel like you need someone other than the person you’re with.
Even though you might not,
And even if it’s not me,
I just need to see.
I’m tired of dreaming about you holding me at night.
I want for you to be actually there,
And not just because I want you there.
It’s because I want you to be happy.
Even though you may be happy now,
I just need to see if I can make a difference.
In a good way.
It used to just be whenever I thought of you I would grow restless,
Or I would physically feel a pain in my heart from your absence.
But now it’s all the time.
I need you now.
You need me now too.
Even though you might not,
I need to take the chance to see if you do need me.
Maybe you don’t even know now if you need me or not,
But once you see me,
You’ll know.
I know you will.
And I’ll know too,
If you’re really what I want,
And who I’m meant to be with
Forever.
And if you don’t need me,
Like I need you,
Then it’s okay.
My heart will just be forever stolen.
Stolen, stranded on an island that is on the break of falling apart,
In your heart.
I just need to tell you how I feel now.
I’ve said that before, but it causes me physical pain now whenever I can’t tell you how I feel.
I’ll try to defy people’s expectations,
And my own, for that matter.
And if I don’t make it,
I’m sorry.
But I’ll try.
I’ll try for you.
Don’t worry,
I’m coming your way.
Whether you like it or not.
But I hope you need me.
Because without you,
I’ll be forever broken.
And I won’t be able to love anyone else,
Because you have taken my whole heart,
And even if you end up being with me,
I’m never getting it back.
I need you.
I’ve felt depressed lately.
I think I’m happy, but then once that happiness fades, I’m back to the same old, lost phase.
I’m sick of being lost.
I’ve already been lost plenty of times.
I feel like I’m in a maze that has fake centers.
Like, around a corner, I think I will be in the middle of the maze and have the purpose and reason of going through all of those passages, but after a while, I realize it was just a hoax.
I’ve never quite found the center.
Well, I have, but I’ve never gotten to it.
I wish people would realize that I’m breaking inside.
But no one notices.
But, the problem with me is, I only want one person to notice.
Because I know he would take care of me the way I want to be taken care of.
He would defy what I want, in a good way.
But,
Like my life,
I’ve only asked for one thing,
Or in the current situation, one angel to hear me,
But I haven’t gotten my wish.
But I guess that’s why people make wishes;
It’s what they wish they had, and what they hope for, but they keep making those wishes because they can never have what they really want.
I guess I just think that one day I’ll be sitting next to the burglar of my heart,
Knowing he loves me as much as I love him,
Or even at least that I exist.
But that’ll never happen.
Because I guess, in a way, I’m scared of what will happen if I will try.
Will I ruin the image of this perfect man in my head by knowing the real you?
Or will I be completely crushed to find out that you are more perfect than I thought, only to not be able to have you?
I’m very confused.
And helpless.
And lost in this maze.
I used to think my life was a roller coaster.
But it’s this stupid maze,
And everyone knows mazes are wastes of time.
I just wish
That I could be with you.
And just tell you,
Not that I love you,
But that
I’m lost.
future me.
I’ve needed you lately.
More than I should.
But my want for you has been awakened again.
I want you so badly sometimes that I can physically feel a tingle on the insides of my arms where they would touch you if I held you.
Since I’ve been so deprived of you, the littlest of things upset me.
And make me want you there.
With me.
To help.
To just be there.
I know I shouldn’t want this.
And I blame myself so badly for doing so,
But I need you.
I know you don’t even know I exist.
But you’ve said one time that, “...It’s like a drug to me. You’re like my own personal brand of heroin.”
And now I know exactly what you mean.
I am addicted to you.
I was before, but now it’s so much stronger,
Since I strayed away from you before.
I wish I could try to get to you.
But I’m too much of a coward.
I rely so much on you to make me happy that if you don’t,
I fall.
Hard.
Whenever I see you happy, I cry.
Because I’m so glad that you’re happy.
Because you’re the most important thing to me.
But you’ll never know that.
Because I’m too scared to take a chance.
And I know this may be fake,
And this probably has no relevance to you and your personal state,
But I’ve been getting signs.
Signs that you need something.
That you need something to carry on.
And what if, in all of the universe, I happen to be that thing that makes you carry on?
But I’m too scared to take the chance of meeting you
Because I don’t want my heart to be broken.
What if I’m not the thing you need?
What if you hate me?
That’s why I’m not taking the chance
Because I don’t want to ruin the dream of you,
That I escape to so often to,
Because then,
I don’t know if I would be able to go on.
But,
If I am somehow that thing you need,
I wish there was a way for you to tell me,
So that I didn’t have to either have my life made in less than a blink of an eye,
Or have my heart shattered.
But,
If I am the person you need,
I know I’m too much of a chicken to take the chance,
So if I am that person,
I’m sorry.
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What I’ve Figured Out
Dreams never come true.
The expression ‘Follow Your Dreams’ is used so often and exists for a reason.
That’s how close you’ll ever get to your dreams; Following them.
You’ll never be living the dream.
You might think you are, but it’s not the total and complete dream.
Life is a waste of time.
So is death.
So why are people given both of those things?
Life has its own set of cons, and so does death.
Life passes by too quickly.
Time is the ultimate enemy ever.
People waste time doing mediocre things, when they could be making better out of their waste of time.
Sleep is something that wastes even more time in our little, meaningless lives.
Why should I waste any second of my stupid life doing something that is just wasting more time?
Death is even more ridiculous than life.
You just lay there, unconscious, for the rest of forever.
People say that when you die you just sleep for the rest of forever.
When you sleep, you dream.
You don’t dream when you die, therefore you don’t sleep.
And sleep and dreams are two things that waste your time in life.
So death is just the ultimate waste of time.
I’m always trying to find out why life keeps happening to people and being taken away so quickly from them.
Is it luck?
Is there a reason behind it?
If so, where is that reason created?
So, my life philosophy is just do whatever makes you happy, and spend the least amount of time on things that make you unhappy, such as sleep and reading this post.
Do something that maybe will be left over from your life later on after you die.
Then maybe, just maybe,
Your life may have been worth living.
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Literally me.
You+Me=The Getaway Duo
I want to have a relationship with someone like I really like.
I think I can do it, but I’m not entirely sure.
If I reach hard enough and stretch, I’m pretty positive I can do it.
And we’ll live happily ever after.
Or at least have a good friendship.
But I think I can’t stretch that far.
Maybe some time will stretch me.
During that time, I’ll dream about what I’d like to do with you when I do see you.
In the meantime, and the weeks/months/years that will go by while I stretch, here is what I’d like to happen so far.
I’d like to sleep in a different bed than yours.
Or the same.
If I was in a different bed, I would want you to text me early in the morning, before the sun comes out and before everyone else is awake, and ask me if I have slept.
I would obviously say no, because Sagittariuses don’t sleep.
I would ask the same for you.
You would say no, because though even you’re a Taurus, I know you’re restless.
You would come over and pick me up in your car, beating our favorite music inside.
I would sneak out, not leaving a note for my parents.
We would drive to the beach one day and watch the sun from the hood of your car in the winter.
Once the sun was up, we would drive all over the state, going to Orlando and Tallahassee, jamming out to our music and just talking.
Right before the sun started to make its descent in the sky, we would turn around and drive home.
We would avoid the orange shade of the sky as the sun set, because that was our least favorite time of day.
We would hide out until it was night, and our cycle would start all over again.
If I was in the same bed as you, we would just have the initial question of if we had been sleeping being asked in person.
We would head out to a place of thriving civilization and bright lights at night, finding satisfaction in seeing the bright white lights of parking lots and stores in each other’s still awake faces.
When we got caught, we would run from the flashing cameras of the paparazzi, running into a bright store or running to our car and driving around, drunk off of the feeling of running away from everyone else.
We’re one.
Then there’s everyone else.
We would definitely waste gas.
But it would be worth it, fulfilling the dream of traveling with each other.
Seeing the light of the highway lights in each other’s eyes as we sang in the car on the way home, even though I was tone-deaf.
When we got home, you would come in with me, protecting me from the scolding from my mother, telling me that if I ever escaped again she would beat me.
But yet,
We still manage to escape every morning, before anyone can see.
Sometimes I fall asleep in the car.
Sometimes you fall asleep driving.
But the only ones who rest are the ones who's bodies shut down no matter what the mind is thinking.
The phrase, ‘We only slept when our eyes closed’ is literal.
And that is the only time we get sleep.
Because we both know that once we get old,
Or once we die,
Or once our spark and love for this adventure and rebellion has gone,
We would have wanted to spend every second fulfilling that fantasy when we wanted it.
Or we would have wanted to spend every second fulfilling that fantasy when we could have.
We want to have no regrets.
We both have some now, but why add when you can subtract?
Whenever we would get sick from lack of sleep, we would stay inside all day with the air conditioner on cool blast all the way, imagining it was the winter, since we both love it.
We would shut the blinds.
Lock the door.
Have a vodka bottle ready on the bedside table, if we felt we needed a remedy for our sickness.
We would talk, or watch a movie, or write, or draw.
Do something besides just sit there.
Because when you get old and you can’t do things anymore, you wish you had done things when you could have.
And you think, ‘Why didn’t I do these things when I was capable of doing them, even though I felt like shit? I feel worse now.’
We don’t want to have to ask that question to ourselves when we’re older.
The darkness of the night or the early morning will be our favorite part of the day, because it’s our time.
Our moment.
We could be the only ones up, out and about, singing along loudly to each other in the car.
We would blow money at the stores we escape to from the paparazzi at night, not giving a shit.
Because our moments are now.
One day we’ll become old love stories, or our pictures and songs will become old mementos or they’ll be forgotten about.
We’ll eventually be forgotten about.
But this is NOW.
THESE MOMENTS are NOW.
I’ve learned that the phrase, ‘Do what makes you happy’ is true.
We’ll do what makes us happy no matter how stupid, irrelevant or crazy what we want to do is.
Because this
Is now.