Sometimes quiet is violent.
Car Radio // Twenty One Pilots


I don't know what to really do.

I mean, life isn't "bad".
My dad got me a car,
and I'll be getting my license whenever we sell my brothers old one since he also got a new car.


Every night I just get down.
And I really don't know why I'm here.
Because it's not like anyone cares.
My "friends" don't.
I don't have anyone that loves me.
Or even likes me.

So I don't see why I try with things.
Yet I always keep on and it's tiring.
And I don't know how much longer I can go without flipping out.

I just want to have someone there.
To talk to.
And I want someone to actually give a damn for once.
Actually care.
Instead of just saying they do yet their actions say otherwise.

I guess I'm just tired of being me.
I want to be wanted by someone.
And I just need to get used to the fact that that's never going to happen.
No matter how many times I say that I'm used to the fact that I'll never have someone, I lie.
It hurts.
A lot.

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