All anybody cares about is themselves.
You need a friend nobody’s there.
You want somebody to tell you they care nobody’s there
You want somebody to lull you to sleep with soft whispers in your ear nobody’s there
I want somebody to kiss me in the pouring rain and tell me they can’t live without me nobody has yet.
I thought I had that passionate love guess it was just the inevitable mirage in my desert
Nobody cares about somebody more than themselves.
Not me. Not you. We can deny it but you’ll stay up tonight pondering the words some sad girl you don’t even know wrote.
by they themselves could rule the world, could learn to fish could just be nerds by they themselves they could live a love or lie to themselves about when they’ll die they spent their time wandering wandering throughout the world they ruled. together themselves cut through the time it took to take it back.
They, themselves, pay attention only to what they project.
Everyone knows them.
And they know themselves only as well as they know the names of the color of nailpolish they are wearing.
“Bride’s white.”
“Ladyfinger pink.”
“Night out.”
There is no depth to them.
There is paint and the sheen of it. Reflecting. Sparkling. Dead.
they see themselves, all torn and worn out from their hard work in the field.
They spend their days wandering about, in fear of getting caught and in hope of a better life.
whatever happened to the good life? they themselves wondered.
they, themselves, pay attention only to what they project. Everyone knows them. And they know themselves only as well as they know the names of the color of nailpolish they are wearing. There is no depth to them. There is paint and the sheen of it. Reflecting. Sparkling. Dead
people eat themselves to death because they’re hungry
and then they say theyre full so they move on to someone else
but why dont we all cook together and stay together huh?
they kept themselves to themselves
and that was that.
unlike everyone else,
they lived alone
and they died alone
and nothing in their life was an illusion.
They were there by themselves. The crowd had the same look on their faces. It was the look of utter disappointment. They huddled together like a bunch of penguins for warmth. I can’t hear what
Themselves. Nothing more nothing less. Simple yet so complex. A group, different as can be, but the same. Themselves. Nothing more could be said. Themselves.
Everyones claims to be doing something for everyone else. Self-righteous, pompous attitudes of being a martyr and pulling out all the stops for the greater good. It’ll all bullshit. No one thinks or does for anyone but themselves. And the world keeps on spinning.
well they’re kind of themselves
because of what they look like
act like
see like
dream like
it all rounds up and the product is
self
themselves
always changing but somehow they stay trapped
inside the same shell for all eternity
kewl
the people we love live inside their minds and like this we don’t keep them alive. we don’t live inside our heads as much as we’d like; we don’t live outside our heads as much as we pretend. the people you love are running from you, because they want to run to themselves.
The twins wore matching outfits and matching bobs.
They shared a room and shared their souls.
Soon they realized they’d never be unique.
Part of a set.
they gave themselves cake as the sat in the dining room
they didn’t eat the cake. it didn’t work that way.
they gave it to themselves because they knew that there were better days
better days when people didn’t have to think about things
days when people could have their cake and eat it too.
What are they doing there by themselves
No one else is around them
but everyone is around them
why can’t i know what they’re saying
what are they saying
what are they saying
ew do i want to know what they’re saying
nevermind
i’ll go sit by myself
by myself
by myself
everyone is always thinking about themselves
what about ourselves
we all do it
over think about them about us
we are them
they are us
its stupid to think otherwise
Stop and shiver, without waiting
for them to catch up
Coats upon themselves
Moscow, Russia
the Motherland
Understanding their cold tendencies
How to wake up
without frigid feet
They were so obsessed w/ themselves. They carried cover up, mascerra, lipstick, lip gloss, eye liner, and hair spray around w/ them every where. They kept scales in their lockers! What kind of monster does that to themselves? That is possible the most idiotic thing I have ever seen someone do. I have never understood the hype about self image. Why do we need to color all over our faces to make us “hot”. Ugh the word hot makes me want to barf. She’s hot all the guys would say, and proceed to stare at her but. I wince, and shed a tear.
She wanted to be the other body parts they needed, but she couldn’t help. All she had was a trolley, a haggard look, chopsticks in her hair. And they had a few weeks to live and the same papery smiles.
They thought of nothing else but the cold fury displacing reality outside and how it could enter them. If only they hadnt been so selfish. But cant being good for the sake of yourself indirectly benefit everyone. themelves can be a conceptual concept
again, it all of you thinking about all of you without including me, except we are all of us. nobody escapes being a part of it, but we don’t have to be because we choose not to be.
People use the word themselves and not really know what it means….the thought of themselves in opposition of ourselves what is really being said? I’m not quite sure what the form of themselves would be right now because I’m blanking on what the actual definition of the word is I have no idea how I would use it
All anybody cares about is themselves.
You need a friend nobody’s there.
You want somebody to tell you they care nobody’s there
You want somebody to lull you to sleep with soft whispers in your ear nobody’s there
I want somebody to kiss me in the pouring rain and tell me they can’t live without me nobody has yet.
I thought I had that passionate love guess it was just the inevitable mirage in my desert
Nobody cares about somebody more than themselves.
Not me. Not you. We can deny it but you’ll stay up tonight pondering the words some sad girl you don’t even know wrote.
by they themselves could rule the world, could learn to fish could just be nerds by they themselves they could live a love or lie to themselves about when they’ll die they spent their time wandering wandering throughout the world they ruled. together themselves cut through the time it took to take it back.
They, themselves, pay attention only to what they project.
Everyone knows them.
And they know themselves only as well as they know the names of the color of nailpolish they are wearing.
“Bride’s white.”
“Ladyfinger pink.”
“Night out.”
There is no depth to them.
There is paint and the sheen of it. Reflecting. Sparkling. Dead.
they see themselves, all torn and worn out from their hard work in the field.
They spend their days wandering about, in fear of getting caught and in hope of a better life.
whatever happened to the good life? they themselves wondered.
they, themselves, pay attention only to what they project. Everyone knows them. And they know themselves only as well as they know the names of the color of nailpolish they are wearing. There is no depth to them. There is paint and the sheen of it. Reflecting. Sparkling. Dead
They only think about themselves. Rotten kids.
people eat themselves to death because they’re hungry
and then they say theyre full so they move on to someone else
but why dont we all cook together and stay together huh?
they look at themselves, they feed themselves, they think about themselves.
but sometimes they do not see themselves.
what they see is what the world projected on them.
they kept themselves to themselves
and that was that.
unlike everyone else,
they lived alone
and they died alone
and nothing in their life was an illusion.
they kept to themselves. they were themselves. a set, a unity and yet seperate from the others.
themselves: those identical ones that are they.
They were there by themselves. The crowd had the same look on their faces. It was the look of utter disappointment. They huddled together like a bunch of penguins for warmth. I can’t hear what
they are themselves, popular, beautiful
and nothing like me
i am myself
awkward, a little lonely yet happier than they will ever be
themselves are to we they.
ourselves, themselves,
alone.
Themselves. Nothing more nothing less. Simple yet so complex. A group, different as can be, but the same. Themselves. Nothing more could be said. Themselves.
Everyones claims to be doing something for everyone else. Self-righteous, pompous attitudes of being a martyr and pulling out all the stops for the greater good. It’ll all bullshit. No one thinks or does for anyone but themselves. And the world keeps on spinning.
the thing that people are when they’re together
Themselves apart were two
too, too sad not to be a part
of each other
themselves are to we they.
themselves, ourselves, together.
They stood alone, but worked collectively
Private school kids in their navy blue sweaters.
What good is religion if not for creating schools?
people, people, people, people who act everyday and don’t care about you. we are living a lie
well they’re kind of themselves
because of what they look like
act like
see like
dream like
it all rounds up and the product is
self
themselves
always changing but somehow they stay trapped
inside the same shell for all eternity
kewl
the people we love live inside their minds and like this we don’t keep them alive. we don’t live inside our heads as much as we’d like; we don’t live outside our heads as much as we pretend. the people you love are running from you, because they want to run to themselves.
The twins wore matching outfits and matching bobs.
They shared a room and shared their souls.
Soon they realized they’d never be unique.
Part of a set.
They played by themselves because no-one else would. But they were happy alone. Opposite sides of the world with not so opposite streams of thought.
they gave themselves cake as the sat in the dining room
they didn’t eat the cake. it didn’t work that way.
they gave it to themselves because they knew that there were better days
better days when people didn’t have to think about things
days when people could have their cake and eat it too.
What are they doing there by themselves
No one else is around them
but everyone is around them
why can’t i know what they’re saying
what are they saying
what are they saying
ew do i want to know what they’re saying
nevermind
i’ll go sit by myself
by myself
by myself
everyone is always thinking about themselves
what about ourselves
we all do it
over think about them about us
we are them
they are us
its stupid to think otherwise
without the other, not
but alone, are still
They kept to themselves. We kept to ourselves.
And so we never, ever talked.
Stop and shiver, without waiting
for them to catch up
Coats upon themselves
Moscow, Russia
the Motherland
Understanding their cold tendencies
How to wake up
without frigid feet
They were so obsessed w/ themselves. They carried cover up, mascerra, lipstick, lip gloss, eye liner, and hair spray around w/ them every where. They kept scales in their lockers! What kind of monster does that to themselves? That is possible the most idiotic thing I have ever seen someone do. I have never understood the hype about self image. Why do we need to color all over our faces to make us “hot”. Ugh the word hot makes me want to barf. She’s hot all the guys would say, and proceed to stare at her but. I wince, and shed a tear.
She wanted to be the other body parts they needed, but she couldn’t help. All she had was a trolley, a haggard look, chopsticks in her hair. And they had a few weeks to live and the same papery smiles.
They thought of nothing else but the cold fury displacing reality outside and how it could enter them. If only they hadnt been so selfish. But cant being good for the sake of yourself indirectly benefit everyone. themelves can be a conceptual concept
again, it all of you thinking about all of you without including me, except we are all of us. nobody escapes being a part of it, but we don’t have to be because we choose not to be.
They wrap jumpers, coats, scarves around themselves, keeping away winter’s cold. Somehow, no matter how many layers, the day remains just that. Cold.
Everybody’s always thinking of themselves. Themselves themselves themselves. But not today. I’m trying, today. Just keep trying.
They didn’t know
That they were done for
They did know
That here at the end of all things
They had nothing but themselves
all us but me are thinking about something. we are all of us apart of what we cannot think as one. it about you who is not me.
People use the word themselves and not really know what it means….the thought of themselves in opposition of ourselves what is really being said? I’m not quite sure what the form of themselves would be right now because I’m blanking on what the actual definition of the word is I have no idea how I would use it
They themselves had not seen
each other as the months passed
by it seemed they were not to meet
until that day