Dashboard confessional is getting me through

09/08/24   Midnight

When I’m back from the road then you’re out on it 

I have nothing to say but I keep screaming. There’s something inside of me. There was something. It died a long time ago 

Now there’s a black hole consuming me 

I need confessional 

I need someone to hear what I’m saying and not know anything else about me 

I’m sick of people saying the wrong things 

I’m sick of people thinking they know what I want 

I’m sick of people getting it wrong 

Again again again again again again 

People should not fall in love with artists. It is too painful 

Yours,

Miss misery