Someone in school constantly tells me '' I want to be like birds, they fly and they're free ''
I wish I could be one too. I'd rather flip my wings, fly away and hit the lamp post than have my ass glued on a chair and make myself look like a total idiot in front of a freaking Maths test paper.
If only in every single one of my problems there is such a way to escape,
A certain kind of way that your creative mind create after 'wandering' endlessly
around those ' if only 'statements that are stuck somewhere inside your clever brain.
A way to make all the impossibles become possibles, and vice versa.
Mind my nonsense talks, but hey I don't find you make any sense either.
an old picture
You said I'm good at hiding stuff, you told me I'm a good pretend-er. but to be really honest, I'm just not good enough to pick the perfect 'mask' to wear, to hide this shit away from you.
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