words are weapons.
my days are blurring into months, my heart feels all the pain in intervals.
they completely forgot me. i have fully lost my value.
ive become so easily disposed.
since when did people stop caring? or is the question
did anyone really ever care at all?
the way love is devalued in trashy newspaper ads and sex magazines, makes me wonder..
maybe love doesnt exist, or it does but we only love what is tangible.
why does everything make sense after a night with no sleep?
we are the only ones sane, the nocturnal creatures.
we fall in love more everytime before the last.
its not real until the next time.
the sunrise has taken its toll on these
lonely eyes.
holding onto the memories,
waiting for the surprize that awaits us.
nothing can be measured
only our perception is real.
we dont take these steps for granted,
i dont lie anymore.
i want to be detatched and renewed. its all a game to him.
they completely forgot me. i have fully lost my value.
ive become so easily disposed.
since when did people stop caring? or is the question
did anyone really ever care at all?
the way love is devalued in trashy newspaper ads and sex magazines, makes me wonder..
maybe love doesnt exist, or it does but we only love what is tangible.
why does everything make sense after a night with no sleep?
we are the only ones sane, the nocturnal creatures.
we fall in love more everytime before the last.
its not real until the next time.
the sunrise has taken its toll on these
lonely eyes.
holding onto the memories,
waiting for the surprize that awaits us.
nothing can be measured
only our perception is real.
we dont take these steps for granted,
i dont lie anymore.
i want to be detatched and renewed. its all a game to him.