I really cared

Why do you enjoy hurting someone who cared about you?

Why are you so unkind?

You let some girl answer your phone and question who I was like I had no right to call you

Like I meant nothing

That’s just mean.

And cruel

And I could never be that cruel to anyone I really cared about

I hope it was worth it

Because you are not the person I thought you were

You’re just careless and cruel like the rest of them

Thinking you’re so great but you act with no love but a lot of hate.

Maybe you don’t have empathy

Or you just don’t care

What you do to someone

Who’s barely hanging on

You didn’t have to give be happiness

But you didn’t have to make out worse

You don’t know what you do until it’s done to you.

remember this

some people
you just can’t trust

your words are meaningless
you don’t have a heart


I’m beginning to see
that you deserved
to be treated the way you did
because you’re far worse
and you don’t even see it

you’re not smart
just because you retain information
doesn’t make you a smart man
you hurt people just because you can
and that’s why
I want nothing more to do with you

stupid people
talk a lot about nothing
judge people about things that they do themselves
and feel the need to put other people down

why would anyone want to keep someone like that around?

I’ve seen all I need to see
you are worthless to me
you’re just another asshole
unaware of yourself
and shitty to everyone else

I rid myself of you
your ugly inside
has made you so ugly outside

I hope you see
what a bad person you really are.

just go back to where you came from
you make this world an ugly place
you are a waste
of a person

everything you do
will come back to you
mark my fucking words

and you wonder why
she treated you the way she did
now I KNOW why
cause you’re a BAD HUMAN BEING

AND NOT A TRUE FRIEND

YOU’RE JUST GOOOD AT PLAYING PRETEND

everything you do
is coming back to you

you need to suffer
and feel more pain
or do the world a favor and
just drink yourself to death

I can’t save myself

I’ve been let down
put down
pushed around
I feel so low
Got so much to do
but nothing to show
all alone
I’m drowning here
alone
and there’s nobody near
it’s becoming pretty clear
that I’m not going to make
I’m not going to make
I don’t know how to fake it
no I just don’t know
how to make it
through another day
I just don’t know
what I’m doing anymore

depression has got a hold of me
so much so that I can’t see
any way out
or any reason to be
and I’m getting pretty sick of being me
I’m getting pretty sick of me
I don’t know how to be
me anymore
I just don’t want to be
me
anymore
I don’t wanna be
this
me
anymore.

the more I try
the less you understand
and I’m feeling pushed out
with no place left to stand
it’s hard to feel okay
when I’m all alone
with each passing day
I can’t live through this
anymore
I can’t live through this
anymore
I can’t live
this way anymore

I close my eyes
and wish myself away
close my eyes
and wish it all away
I can’t save myself
not this time
not today
if I could
I would
but I got a head full of bad
and a heart full of sad
weighing me down

I’m sorry
I’m just not strong anymore


kiss off – leaving all the bullshit from the past year behind

tonight i left my old self behind
and this time
i’m not looking back
i’m not going back
if you were a part of the old me
then i left you where you need to be
there’s nothing back there left for me
nothing more i need to see
it’s time for me to be free

and leave all the shitty things to be shitty away from me


i only care that you make it through
but i am not here for you now
you are only thinking about you
you will just find somebody new
to use
to replace
the face
and fill the space
so you don’t feel alone
every time you get left behind

you only care about yourself
and about being right

i don’t care to fight
for your care
when you are
so unaware
of how hurtful you can be

i can’t make a blind man see
you can be however you want to be
without me

and i know i’ll be happier without you.









Mad World

"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you 'cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you 'cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you 'cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Halargian world
Mad world"

Released: 1983
Album: The Hurting
Artist: Tears for Fears


Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Roland Orzabal
Mad World lyrics © BMG Rights Management, DistroKid, Royalty Network, Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc


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you beat the kindness and care out of me

you can’t treat me like i don’t exist
if i don’t

you can’t ignore someone
if they aren’t around to speak

you can’t use someone
who doesn’t exist.

or maybe you can
but at least i won’t be there to care if you do.

now i won’t be hurt by any of you.

gonna walk walk walk, four more blocks, plus the one in my brain…

suicide eyes

vicious cries

the many reasons why

I’m never heard

The lines you draw

in the slipping sand

slips right through your hands

the lines your draw

are always blurred

a bit uncomfortable

a bit disturbed

and once again

there’s that voice that’s never heard

I could fall away too

slip away from all of you

just like the sand

let me ask you then

will you then understand

how much you demand

of me

would you still demand the same

if I were still to be

here with you

if you only knew

how far away I am

yet how close I am

to the end

maybe then

you would treat me better than just a friend

but people never know what we have

until it’s gone

and I’m not the only one

I’m not the only one

I’ll never be the only one

singing the same old line

of the same old song

of how people

rarely ever change.

-kc

Pale exit

Suicide eyes 

vicious cries

the many reasons why

I’m never heard

The lines you draw

in the slipping sand

slips right on through

your careless hands

the lines your draw

are always blurred

a bit uncomfortable 

a bit disturbed

and once again

there’s that voice that’s never heard

I could fall away too

slip away from all of you

just like the sand

let me ask you something  

will you then understand?

how much you demand?

of me 

would you still demand the same 

if I were still to be

here with you?

if you only knew

how far away I am

yet how close I am

to the end

maybe then 

you would treat me better than just a friend 

but people never know what we have

until it’s gone

and I’m not the only one 

I’m not the only one 

I’ll never be the only one

singing the same old line 

of the same old song

of how people 

rarely ever change. 

-k.c.

Eye roll

Don’t talk to me

I’m nice

You use

So next time you are feeling down

I’m sure you can find some bitch

To dick around

You are a stranger to me now

Because you get what you give

Peace out bro

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