Lyssrambles - I Was Born A Ramblin' Girl

Fuck conventional And fuck your white picket fence What makes you think someone so remarkable as yourself is meant for such ordinary dreams? You focus so hard on what you think will bring you happiness I fear you will neglect to see the possibilities for happiness already at your feet

I don't know that I've ever heard a more apt turn of phrase than "consumed by depression"

It swallows me whole without remorse and I wonder if this is the time I am truly consumed

I pray one day you will drunk text me So you can finally find the freedom to express all those things you’ve locked up deep down

I tell you I love you All you can say is “Why?”

Poke at your own wounds

But leave mine alone

I tell you I love you All you can say is “Why?”

I miss you You miss me Yet we keep missing each other

No matter how hard I try Or the amount of willpower I manage to summon You will always be my weakness

It’s just nice to know once in a while you’re weak for me, too

Collected

You collect hearts    the way others collect shells Shiny hearts full of love    you are too scared to return Holding them to your ear    to admire the way they admire you Then back on display    until your ego needs another stroke There my heart sits in your display case,    dripping love and devotion Among the other trophies,    stolen by the heart collector