// Stoic//

I wanna be a runaway. I wanna run away.I wanna be a shooting star. I want to shoot a star.I wanna be, I wanna be.But none of this is me.
My vision is gaining on me while my hearing seems to cease.I’m all out of breath now, I’m all our of please.I tell you to stop, but you fail to listen.Even when I explain.Your ears are surely missing.Just like mine. Just like mine.We’re having the best and worst of times.I’m sick to my stomach.I’ve got a crack on my heart.It’s growing stronger.I’m getting weaker.
Soon I’ll fall apart.Completely,you complete me.But I’m desperate to lose.I’m desperate to self destruct.You and I are out of luck.I wished on stars.I ate several candy bars.I wanna weight a thousand tons.Help to explain why I ain’t getting none.The clock is ticking mr. man.If you think you can understand.Then wake the fuck up.I’ll shake you silly, I’ll fill your cup.Full and steaming at the brim.I’m not one to run with every whim.But this one tells me to stay stoic.To stay and pace and run in place.To hold my ground until it crumbles.Damn, this life is such a jumble.