And the poets..

Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"*
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all

And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me

Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeful, you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all

And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
to everyone else around me
everyone else around me
everyone else around me

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Parts that are colored different/bolded/italicized = in relation to me.

We're the kids who feel like dead ends;;; I feel like this..because I feel like I'm stuck in today. I can paddle forever towards a sucessful tomorrow, and never fully get there. You can always do better. I feel like a dead end at times, i have such big hopes and apsirations to be something I've always thought of as wonderful..but in the moment, it doesnt seem i've made alot of progress towards it. That I am who I still am, and it won't change. I'm not taking personality wise, I'm talking..future wise. I know, i know...I shouldn't wish away my present with thoughts of my future, but i do..:/

And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses;; Self-explanatory, no?
I mean, I want to be remembered for my good deeds..not my missteps. I want to come off in a good light, honestly.

And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all;; I can relate to this. Considering I'm rather poetic....and poetry is my outlet for my emotions. Therefore, I'm an emotional person when it comes to writing down my thoughts. It helps me though. But sometimes, i feel oh so very fragile. Sometimes i feel like I don't belong, or as if I've never belonged. But i suppose, for the most part, uniqueness is a great thing.

And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line;; With all the highschool drama going on...lies are flying around like crazy. And I'm just..tired of it. Tired of the pettyness, tired of the fighting. I'm over it. If you got issues with me, then fine. I know my reputations fine though :D, I make sure of that.

We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead [and this quote as well] And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart;; It's so easy to fake a smile sometimes..and just go on..pretending nothing's eating at you..and soon enough, you've tricked yourself into thinking you're fine. I'm not saying that i have...but for my parents, I've just kind of been like whatever to them. Pretending I'm fine with how they're listening to me. Honestly, they haven't been listening to me, at all. It's rather annoying and upseting. I mean..I told them, atleast twice that, the marine corps ball is the 6th, which is a friday, and my parents swore up and down, it was the 7th. I know for a fact, I said "Oh, the ball is on the 6th,not the 7th this year." And this comic I've seen before, is coming on both days..and they had made plans to go on the 6th..the four of us. And they didnt understand why I got upset when I said NO, we can't go. Instead, they're dropping me off at the ball, then going, and getting me after the show. My mom was a total snob about it. Seriously. She's like "well fine! Your father and I will go, it doesn't matter. We need alone time too!" and she acted as if it were my fault that the ball was on a Friday. Honestly. They didn't even think about the fact that the 7th would have been a Saturday. They don't listen.There was something else I had said this week, that they totally blew off as well. What's the point in talking to people who will still pass the blame to you, because they're too caught up in their own world to really listen? It's rather annoying. And they wonder why I feel so misunderstood.

From comparing myself to everyone else around me;; Basically..i feel as if..there's always going to be someone better at whatever you're good at. Perfection is only an illusion. I feel as if I need to stop comparing myself, and just be who I am. Which is what I'm trying to do, honestly. Who cares about perfection? It's the imperfections that make you beautiful, and who you are.