Trixie Dust

Trixies in the Wind
2002-01-06 03:38:37 (UTC)

You say things are simple we both know theyre not

It’s far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time,
Somewhere ahead is the back of the line.
I can’t relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking with
nothing to say.

Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame,
You may be different but I’m still the same.
The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught,
You say things are simple we both know they’re not.
You can’t let it go,


You can’t but I know.

Whoa, Whoa you don’t even know.


It’s not in what you do, more in what you say.

A million questions asked, the remnants of the past.
You’ve always been denied, but always by your side.
I’ve always tried to, to understand you,
the worlds not learning from you.

Whoa. Whoa.

-Sum 41, Summer

Lemme repeat this for all of you, 'I cant relate to your

I blew at mom. She was bitching at me for something and i
was like 'im not fucking perfect i fucked up once! ONCE! im
sick of getting blamed for their mistakes! Im not them! Im
not going to fuck up like they did!' They is wendy and lee
and jay, and im not a bad kid, i try so hard to be perfect,
and im not.


Matt mary will, i loves you.