just writing cos i can

i want to say alot of things
but i have no idea how
i mean, yeah your great.
but i am just not.
everything you say is real
so why don't i say it too
i hope that you read this
but i don't think that i will help you
i am just sat here with this *****
i could do it so soon
the release is all that i want
but the cliche is awful
and everyone hates when i do
i don't have to but tomorrow is gonna suck
if i did
then i will relax
and what i am gonna drink
i will be so gone
i can only hope that i phone you
tell you something stupid and give you all the power
or i will hurt you
so instead i should hurt me
***** times it is
but i wont, will i
cos it is not my stile
life is getting more interesting
yet somehow
i manage to completely ignore them
i have a shitty day so
i search for the adrenaline
pumping though my veins
then falling off my arm
i will someday make this up to you
i am sleepy now
hope you can breath without me
and that your soul still sings