jcstade

Standing on the seventh story Hoping for a pick me up Not sure if it’s coming before I land, Or before I jump But I know this time I won’t make a sound, A wild screaming silence as I hit the ground My eyes open, and I’m now awake Unsure of how many nightmares that I can take Heaven, help me help myself

I leave with couples. They go their way, and I go mine. They go with warmth, with solidarity, with love. I go into the cold, harsh winds, alone, and bitter. I had that once. That happiness. No matter how fleeting it was. Oh, how part of me wishes for it again. The other part, too broken and hateful. They say time heals all wounds. They lie. Every couple tears back the scab, and turns old wounds fresh again. I need to find my band-aid.

There's a hundred voices in my head, With a thousand things I've never said And I'm inching closer to the edge, A little more alive than dead But you know I'm still gonna take the fall, And turn around and run from it all Cause I'm headed straight for a breakdown, a shakedown, Yeah baby I'm the king of the letdowns So losers put your hands up and sing this, The catchy little, fun, anthem chorus We are the losers, don't let it beat you, We are the losers, don't let them see you We are the losers, scream it out proud, We are the losers, losing out loud I know that I'm a loser, yeah And somedays I'm gonna feel like shit But girl you know you'