What do I do when I feel this way?
The way it feels when the world just comes falling down,
Feeling the helplessness as it consumes me,
From the inside out, it doesn't stop.

What do I do when I feel self-doubt?
The feeling of never knowing how the future will be,
What will happen if I decide on quitting,
Or will it be harder not to?

Aye fuck it, perhaps I'll die, perhaps I won't cause I know its just a passing phase.
This shit will end somehow, just how long will it last?
I want to apologise to you, but I know you might never realise its for you.
You may think that I don't care, but I really do.
I might seem like I have forgotten it all, truth is I never have.
I can't do anything but walk away.
Well, sometimes, turning our backs is the best way to avoid the worst.
Maybe we'll find ourselves again next time - somewhere else where no one else can.


Dad is pissed at me for listening to rancid, like what the fuck is wrong with me listening to punk rock?
Well apparently, the song he walked into was brim-full of vulgarities and now he's trying to forbid me to listen to them.
Not like I will listen to him (and not like he knows I wont be bothered), but it just pisses me off.

I hate it when parents try to interfere with our decisions in life.
If I want to do something in my teenage life, why not just let me continue with it instead of insulting my choice, dissing it off, putting it down just to say they're not discouraging me from doing it.
Its times like these when I just wish I wasn't a girl - so that I could do what I deem fit without restrictions instead of standing and taking all the shit and pretending it doesnt affect me.
Sorry, emo-mode again.
I promise i'll be hard rock or heavy metal next time. BAH!

I look up at the ceiling, my mind's blank from all that has happened.
Racing thoughts of you pass by like cars, I see them coming, I see them going.
Yet I can never remember anyone of them for long enough.
You cut yourself in desperation, I scream my lungs dry of the air.
Thinking of how we are, I remember how we used to be;
drawing cartoons on the classroom tables, thinking rainbows last forever.
Now the sun's gone, the rainbows turned to grey clouds;
the drawings nothing more than black and white, what do they mean now?