more than half full of empty.
i don't know where it's coming from. this feeling, it's crawling up from the innermost part of my stomach and making its way to the the ducts of my eyes. it spills out in liquid glass. i hear each drop crash to the floor.
insatiable grief for something i didn't know i had lost.
i thought this time i knew what i wanted. i said to him, "I'm in love with you too." and god i want to mean it. why does it feel tainted, not my words but our intentions?
where does this guilt come from? a leach that takes but never gives back.
how can my mind be its own parasite?
I'M FALLING ALL THE WAY IN.
IVE COME TO REALIZE YOU'RE THE ONLY THING I WANT AND...
I'VE FALLEN ALL THE WAY IN.
insatiable grief for something i didn't know i had lost.
i thought this time i knew what i wanted. i said to him, "I'm in love with you too." and god i want to mean it. why does it feel tainted, not my words but our intentions?
where does this guilt come from? a leach that takes but never gives back.
how can my mind be its own parasite?
I'M FALLING ALL THE WAY IN.
IVE COME TO REALIZE YOU'RE THE ONLY THING I WANT AND...
I'VE FALLEN ALL THE WAY IN.