for triniti aha.
i have a favor to ask
will you mind if this even lasts?
i mean if you think like i do
you shall see what we do, can we?
will we?
impatient.
to the point, of like being a patient for a hospital and not getting no respect
R-E-S-PECT!
you hear me?
you see i don't mean to be so, open.
but closed just seems too, flamboyant.
we wouldn't want that now would we?
this is just coming from my mind, im typing faster than a typer.
make sense?
common sense, mixed with the bible.
they don't mix.
the funny thing is you almost fix me, but then theres that emptiness
to the point of no escape
i am in the need of some attention, just a lot of attention
not in the form of a peck, just a check.
a check to go and see what's goin' on where you at.
i need it.
i need it too badly.
that's what i'm scared of.
you probably don't need "it" as much as i do.
which scares me even worse.
sing till you can release another whisper.
scream till you cream.
i'm sorry for being so intelligent
intelligent is the new gent.
gentleman.
patience, my friend, patience.
see i've spent a year being patient.
a year and...349034093043 seconds..
well the seconds were off, but ive never been off
you keep me on
i need to get over this ..
this..this..kiss...ya i'm sorry.
i didn't think that it was like blisss.
sssss.
suh. suh suh. sorry for being so resistent
i'm just consistent with my words with you,
with it.
i must admit.
ice age.
ice age.
another day.
another way.
something...a boat..a train..a kiss in the rain.
i need to be able to work on my brain
my actions
my romance
my love
my words
my ....here i go again
another blog where i just type random shitty..and it comes out shitty.
bottom line:
i wish i wrote like you were hear with me, cuz then it would be perfect.
get it?
-ayce
Confession in the form of a profession.
Current mood: drunk
I'm just sitting around, getting wasted, by myself, yeah.
I'm lacking friends, not friends, just the friends who you KNOW are your friends till the end
I hate florida
I just sit and wonder what our world would be like if everyone actually had what they wanted.
Let me revise that, just me.
I'm as selfish as they come.
so I've tried clinging on closer, yeah.
I've tried just be acquaintnenced to you.
I've tried oh so hard, because Ive heard
ignoring, is the sugar in "Just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down"
So i thought i could get over a few things, like valentines day theme shit.
I hate it, I wasn't even looking for it, and i am in it.
I dropped my keys in your hole, i filled your hole, you unlocked me.
I stand for something, only I stand for.
I bow down to the people who have overcome this fear
or atleast said they are truelly in it.
They stand in a puddle of love, the next day it will evaporate.
I don't want to be like that, I don't even want to think I am.
Because I'm scared of disappointment in the form of you.
Oh, you've heard my voice, over the sound waves.
Yeah I'm that drunken voice that comes out in people when they're plastered.
Yeah, oh yeah, shitty claim.
shitty fame.
I hate it when you say low, and lower.
It just has been keeping me lower.
What did you think of me when you said you wanted anything to do with me?
'Cause I'm tired, and I don't think about 'me' anymore, it's more the "y" word.
Put it low, bring it low, sing higher.
Yeah, so many of you have heard my voice, songs.
Message me if you want me to send some to you, I lied to like my best friends, and some friends, and just people, saying it wasn't me singing the songs, it really was.
embarassness embarks me, with my voice.
I'm sorry.
Confession.
Let's be bold.
I just want amnesia,
amnesia.
Please, let me forget this shitty sin.
sin? .......no just a win, excuse my thoughts.
I need to forget, and never regret.
-ayce
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