confidence

disclamer:

this poem totally belongs to my mate surface. i'm just posting it for him. so get it on now and don't forget the feedback! ah, and enjoy - i surely did

confidence

I've been a bit unpatient, waiting for my wrists to bleed,
so i called my mates, tell em: yes indeed,
i slowly get those blue staines at my face.
trust me, thank you and i will leave no trace,

try to get my feet moving, i had to get out of the house.
cause i feel a fucking confidence and im not brave enough going without.
i lost my mind, tumble away from the fucking staires,
there is a stone, oh shit! -- I don't like to fall on my face.

Someone has to call my fiancé, tell her i won't make it to,
our bloody thanksgiving party at our outdoor pool.
I'm just laying here, please don't regard to her questioning,
jus tell her: a stupid officer arrested him.

Keep me down the surface - near cold mother earth,
when the fog comes over night - makes me hers.
In years, they'll find me covert by leafs, and rob my soul.
You call them stupid, i name them thiefs.