What does it profit a man to gain the world but lose his soul?
What has changed from the day to day? I wake up with the same thoughts, the same needs, the same desires.
Trying to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes
Trying to tell you stop, but your lipstick got me so out of breath
I’d be waking up, in the morning probably hating myself
And I’d be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell
Lyrical quotes are my bread and butter these days. I’ve been hit with some serious writers block these last few weeks. Not the usual lack of creativity but rather an overwhelming amount of personal dissent. I told myself when I started this school blog I would keep it professional and on task. Basically limit the amount of personal shit I put on the internet. Only problem with that is my best work comes from personal shit.
Attitude like Chevy Chase
I’m over 30
It’s too late for you to set me straight