Let's pretend we hated each other so I could get over it.
Let's pretend I never want to see you again.
Let's pretend that I know how I feel.
Let's pretend that I don't want to see you everyday.
Let's pretend I don't care what you think.
Let's pretend they didn't hate you.
Let's pretend I wanted you.
Let's pretend it would work out.
Let's pretend I didn't need you.
Let's pretend I don't need you.
Sometimes I wonder,
how is it that,
people talk in different tongues,
when they want to chat.
Their words all collide,
in different types,
discussing hobbies,
and their different hypes.
There's French,
there's English,
there's German,
and then there's Spanish.
So many different words,
so many different voices,
if you're bilingual,
there are so many choices.
We stand in a world,
where there is many-a-person,
the world can get better,
but it can also worsen.
So many people,
we need to work together,
otherwise it's like an elephant,
balancing on a feather.
You remind me of the clouds
Nay, the sky itself.
For you can be so random.
You could rain, thunder, dot with stars, light with the sun, glow with the moon.
Its unpredictable.
You remind me of the grass.
Nay, the ground in whole.
For you provide ground for my body to stand.
It helps me remain, myself.
You remind me of who I am.
Nay, who I was.
For I have changed.
You have left.
Let's pretend we hated each other so I could get over it.
Let's pretend I never want to see you again.
Let's pretend that I know how I feel.
Let's pretend that I don't want to see you everyday.
Let's pretend I don't care what you think.
Let's pretend they didn't hate you.
Let's pretend I wanted you.
Let's pretend it would work out.
Let's pretend I didn't need you.
Let's pretend I don't need you.
Sometimes I wonder,
how is it that,
people talk in different tongues,
when they want to chat.
Their words all collide,
in different types,
discussing hobbies,
and their different hypes.
There's French,
there's English,
there's German,
and then there's Spanish.
So many different words,
so many different voices,
if you're bilingual,
there are so many choices.
We stand in a world,
where there is many-a-person,
the world can get better,
but it can also worsen.
So many people,
we need to work together,
otherwise it's like an elephant,
balancing on a feather.
You remind me of the clouds
Nay, the sky itself.
For you can be so random.
You could rain, thunder, dot with stars, light with the sun, glow with the moon.
Its unpredictable.
You remind me of the grass.
Nay, the ground in whole.
For you provide ground for my body to stand.
It helps me remain, myself.
You remind me of who I am.
Nay, who I was.
For I have changed.
You have left.
Favourite genre of music: Indie. Favourite style of art: Everything. MP3 player of choice: iPod. Personal Quote: Love people for who they are and who they aren't.
Okay, I'm here to rant. If I offend you, I apologize. I have a few "What the fuck?" questions I want answered about some styles on DeviantArt.
What's with the animal love? Like the an actual dog with emo hair plus an actual wolf with a moehawk? Seriously, what the hell? I don't get the art in that. I just don't. I can see like people with animal ears/tails and stuff (*cough* HunniiBunnii. *cough*) but that other crap is just wrong.
Another thing. Don't get me wrong, nude doesn't offend me. Its just those freak artists who take nude pictures of girls just to turn guys on. What kind of girl actually sits with her legs spread with boots on a d
Guess what? I, meaning my mom, bought some charcoal pencils and paper for me today. Expect my failed attempts to be posted up here (unless otherwised noted) and laughing will be permitted. Well, I shall update later (maybe...). STAY TUNED!