Strap me to your chair of conduct, I swear when I bleed nothing will have changed.
Autumn is when the trees die. Fall is when the world dies.
hollow. Not empty, just emptied out. I guess I don't love you anymore. I want to. The good part of me screams for love. Love is lost. Four letter fucking gone. I'm something absolutely terrible. I'm everything your mother wished I weren't. Gasping under stolen breath. I've left the keys to you. Kill or be killed. Or try something unheard of, new. At the same rate, find what you need. I can't be the one to wait. I can't care anymore. I changed all I had. I loved you as a friend. The best fucking friend you'd of ever had. You threw it all away. You held to your sermon and your book. You claim to have changed the world, but your Earth never shook mine. I never wanted to believe in the man on the cross. Why wait for someone you hang in your yard and on the back of your cars. I can't. If your savior had died for our sins, why do you spend the rest of your life apologizing for what you have done to him?
I'm at peace with pain. I feel no remorse when embracing who I am these days.
I'm perfectly fake. There's no cracks, no retouch, no extra fucking paint. This flawed design isn't wrong, it's fucking perfect.
I've found content with being all that's wrong.
I finished myself and I'm gone.
From today on, I'm everything I shouldn't be.
Which is all I can be.
hollow. Not empty, just emptied out. I guess I don't love you anymore. I want to. The good part of me screams for love. Love is lost. Four letter fucking gone. I'm something absolutely terrible. I'm everything your mother wished I weren't. Gasping under stolen breath. I've left the keys to you. Kill or be killed. Or try something unheard of, new. At the same rate, find what you need. I can't be the one to wait. I can't care anymore. I changed all I had. I loved you as a friend. The best fucking friend you'd of ever had. You threw it all away. You held to your sermon and your book. You claim to have changed the world, but your Earth never shook mine. I never wanted to believe in the man on the cross. Why wait for someone you hang in your yard and on the back of your cars. I can't. If your savior had died for our sins, why do you spend the rest of your life apologizing for what you have done to him?
I'm at peace with pain. I feel no remorse when embracing who I am these days.
I'm perfectly fake. There's no cracks, no retouch, no extra fucking paint. This flawed design isn't wrong, it's fucking perfect.
I've found content with being all that's wrong.
I finished myself and I'm gone.
From today on, I'm everything I shouldn't be.
Which is all I can be.