obama, ftw.

i want one of those shirts.
no joke.

lacking creativity.
filling pages of paper with recycled thoughts.
things i've said over and over and over again
to the point where they just get old and die out.
cliche lines written from my point of view;
16 going on 30, hating pretty much everything.
spending every second with boys in bands.
waiting for someone to go on tour.
take me with you. i hate it here.
every sound that fills a speaker,
fills the void that's left in me.
you still wonder if i've got what it takes
to be a good friend and catch you when you fall.
youve caught me so many times.
you let me breathe when no one else would.
you made me smile when i wanted to die.
and somehow you're still a stranger.