(no subject)
i painted a picture of your corpse
the one you used to be
theres something about the way it was
when things fit together so perfectly
your soul wenmt through me and moved away
like a ghost passing through my body
when you changed your ways
i didnt know you anymore
so this is what the real you is
unloving, uncaring, inconsiderate
i just wish that you'd say goodbye
pack up your things and leave
my memory of you is so unpleasant
by far the worst i can recall
your novel is dead and has passed
the words seep through this page of my life
your memoir is one of insignifigance
something ill be sure not to read
the one you chose over me
hes really dead to you
i can see it i can tell
its burning inside you
you were my language
i only spoke of you
now your just a distant dialect
will i ever speak your name again?
will that 7 letter word split form my lips
again in this lifetime?
the one you used to be
theres something about the way it was
when things fit together so perfectly
your soul wenmt through me and moved away
like a ghost passing through my body
when you changed your ways
i didnt know you anymore
so this is what the real you is
unloving, uncaring, inconsiderate
i just wish that you'd say goodbye
pack up your things and leave
my memory of you is so unpleasant
by far the worst i can recall
your novel is dead and has passed
the words seep through this page of my life
your memoir is one of insignifigance
something ill be sure not to read
the one you chose over me
hes really dead to you
i can see it i can tell
its burning inside you
you were my language
i only spoke of you
now your just a distant dialect
will i ever speak your name again?
will that 7 letter word split form my lips
again in this lifetime?