January 16

Life’s a movie and I’m the director on this set
Ready for my close up
Ready to receive my respect
Reminiscing the lonely days
Me and my awkward ways
That’s in the past
Nowadays we just say grace
Is my success me pushing a white Porsche
Or eating in fancy restaurants with the nice sauce
Is this money really what I want to die for
Is that my dream, or am I trying to live yours
One am texts, she telling me how she almost died
I’m so thankful she’s still alive
Now she’s in love and her heart’s queasy
Ups and downs
But nobody said life’s easy
I keep my heart closed
Because this world doesn’t deserve it
They tell me to fall in love
But I don’t think it’s worth it
To me, all girls seem the same
All taking the same pictures
They all vain, they all wanna be bad bitches
Chasing fame and attention, but quietly dying inside
But they never admit that because of pride
Not a diss, I’m just telling how I feel
Just looking for one that feels real
Maybe I’m naive and overthinking
But when shit does down
Who’s gonna be in my ship when its sinking
Who’s gonna ride when I go through my episodes
Will they cut off me like a bad TV show
My circle’s getting tighter
Asking if friendship is overrated
If friendship is currency, I think its inflated
But sometimes, that’s just the demons talking
Trying to pull me down
Always keeping me falling
But honestly, I need my shit together
Looking for someone to fly with me
Through bad weather
Honestly, all I want is good sleep and a bit of relief
Another cycle, waiting again for January 16th