Something more, something less.

It's OK. Nobody will actually get it, or regardless somebody does, this one goes for me.
I'll be writing randomly, in disorder and I don't really mind, if I have typos or if it's absolutely senseless. Anyways, I'm tired of trying to find sense.

Not even my favorite band can cheer me up. But hey, wait. I'm not even that bad, at the end, I have nothing to lose, cuz ive got nothing...
I'm tired of driving my old horse. I'll better walk slowly and calmed, maybe at the end I'll find her, not so close, not so far.
So then, I should try sleepng, or committing suicide, that way I wouldnt have to wake up again.
Or maybe, I should stop talking to myself or thinking of her or my stupid random posibilities, I have no money, or time.
I can feel, sure. I can feel my heartbeats speed up, but I can't tell what am I seeing, cuz I'm here alone.
Stampede..? DAMN, you better run, run and hide. I'm not trying to get you, no. I'm just trying to cry.
Stupidity..? My second name, and I won't buy it, cuz I already did and it wasn't that great. Anyways, I love you. Shit.
Yup. I'm writing a weird, silly monologue. But well, if I can't tell you, or tell her, it's better than nothing.
Maybe... Just wondering... Nah, I better not. Wondering takes too long, so I'll be the stupid one and sit here, and watch.
Lights. Eyes. Sighs. Fights. Tight. They all sound almost the same... how come "you and I" don't sound that way..?
May. Pray. Wait. Why is the last one making me sway..?
Stupid sentences, you're all right. I just can't keep her quiet, I just can't make her mine.
Drop it. Drop it. Drop it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it [me]. I guess I've just been busy.
Snowball. Snowman. Showtime. Gaytime. Spitetime. Relax, deal with it, it's not that new.
Shit. Stop smiling at me, I can't take it anymore. Your lips drive me crazy but I can't kiss them, so take them away from me.
I'll hide. Yes, I'll hide. I'll camuflate. I'll free you, you were never mine. NONSENSE.