Why are you doing this? I see a fire inside of you And you keep a bottle of gasoline by your bed Why are you doing this? You see a fire inside of her And you chop wood at midnight Why are you doing this? You would rather burn before a mirror Burn before daylight dulls your brightness Burn her before everyone finds out Burn me if I get too close I ran to the silver lake alone Alone at the bottom, sobbing It doesn’t have to be like this But it is
I'm a California girl who wears her heart on her sleeve and always has her head in the clouds. I currently live in the Netherlands and am attending university at a small honors liberal arts college in the south. I have an artist's soul, a corny sense of humor, and a ravenous mind that hunts down the meaning of life everywhere I go. I love traveling, learning, questioning, experiencing, and am an anthropology and political science major who loves to write and make up stories about the absurdity of the world we live in. Like reading my posts? Please follow!