"So buy me the ocean, and paint it with pretty stars. And sell me to something, take me anywhere but here."
long rant, long rant. is it me or you? all i ever want was you to, able to communicate with me like friends. trust me in what i do. i know you're worry and shit. but what you're doing now, really does suffocate me. i want you to do what makes you happy, go hang out with your friend, be care-free. be lively. you're living but not doing it right. stop comparing me with the other kids, i don't smoke, i don't do drug, i don't drink. respect me, i'll respect you. you don't seem to know me well enough. my temper ain't one to mess with. i don't talk back to you now is because i don't want any trouble, anything i say, won't get into your brain, why for must i say anything when you don't even wanna change for better, for us. i'm still the old me, wanting freedom. i don't like being stuck in one place. stop threatening me. you're old enough to think that i'm no long a child. i'm growing with immature thought, but i know whats wrong and whats right. i'm mentally-tired. go ahead and be stuck in whatever you think is right for me, i won't fight back. cause all you do, think you're right. what i do, make it all wrong it your eyes. you care for me in a wrong way. — feeling all wrong for what i do, in your eyes :).