purple

Hazy summer night.
Being the only girl as usual. Unsure and incapable of knowing anyone or anything around me in the daze I was checking into.
I needed to get out. That very second. I was panicked on the inside, quiet and querulous on the outside.

I got home and no one left me alone. So I sunk into my head in bed, the only open place for me to go anymore. It doesn't judge my judgment and I want it to stay that way. I thought about all the things everyone always says about it. I started to believe it. I started to realize my true feelings that are always suppressed. Ever since day one, I knew they couldn't be true; the ruining sort. It would have to be fake, a joke, too friendly. But now the more and more hurt I see welling into you, the more and more stronger this anger grows. Anger out of care.

It's stupid and pointless.I don't know what I want. But when I listen to the album I know it was written about this incarcerating situation.