i want to live on a deserted island
with nothing but my thoughts
people are too much
they gossip
talk behind your back
a constant circle of hearsay
i don't like high school
everyday feels like grasping at straws
a struggle to live blissfully
now i won't speak unless spoken to
forget being friendly
everything has an underlying meaning
and i don't feel like deciphering it
because how can a “no” mean “yes”
im sick
leave me alone
i’ll be fine with just my thoughts
with nothing but my thoughts
people are too much
they gossip
talk behind your back
a constant circle of hearsay
i don't like high school
everyday feels like grasping at straws
a struggle to live blissfully
now i won't speak unless spoken to
forget being friendly
everything has an underlying meaning
and i don't feel like deciphering it
because how can a “no” mean “yes”
im sick
leave me alone
i’ll be fine with just my thoughts
