some stuff.
this page has been open forever.
begging me to tell it everything.
Calling me to ask why I'm taking so long to respond.
I want to say so much without saying anything.
If only I could let you know that the reason i bought the bigger bed was to wake up next to you.
If only I could just say that I'm in pain again.
If only I could just tell you how fucked up I've been feeling.
Another broken heart for another week i've been alive.
At this rate I'll be heartless by my 20s.
I'll just lose piece after piece until theres nothing left.
I've got to stop giving those pieces away so freely.
I tried to stay away. I tried to make it seem like nothing.
I lied to myself.
I felt it the whole time.
You know, you never even told me you loved me.
If you did, I'm not even sure you meant it.
You stole kisses and jobs and left me to burn.
well ashes to ashes and dust to dust mother fucker.
You brought me tears on a silver spoon
and asked me to make a wish for a better life.
I wished for you, I wished for you.
A better life was spent with you through all your bullshit
and mistakes.
I'll always be you best mistake.
Perhaps I'm your worst...
No.
definatly your best.
For the rest of your life sir, you'll always remember me.
I think I like it better that way.
I think I like knowing that you'll suffer more.
You'll know the shit I've been feeling
and how cold and empty my bed has been.
maybe i should get another blanket.
maybe i should get another heart.
maybe you should just come over.
If I wasnt scared about how you'd act or how things would be,
I'd call you and ask how you were doing.
I'd call you and ask how you had been.
I'd call you and ask why you never called back.
but when I pick up the phone and dial the 396..
i chicken out before i reach the next number and i slam it down.
But One day.
I'll be brave enough to face you and your clever mind.
I'll be able to make you remember why you were with me.
I'll be brave enough to dial the next numbers.
I'll make you need me.
want me.
Love me.
I'd make you suffer..
but i'm not as heartless as you.
( not meant for sadness more of a bitchy tone i guess.. i dunno.. i just didnt get sad writting it, i got a lil on the angry side. )
begging me to tell it everything.
Calling me to ask why I'm taking so long to respond.
I want to say so much without saying anything.
If only I could let you know that the reason i bought the bigger bed was to wake up next to you.
If only I could just say that I'm in pain again.
If only I could just tell you how fucked up I've been feeling.
Another broken heart for another week i've been alive.
At this rate I'll be heartless by my 20s.
I'll just lose piece after piece until theres nothing left.
I've got to stop giving those pieces away so freely.
I tried to stay away. I tried to make it seem like nothing.
I lied to myself.
I felt it the whole time.
You know, you never even told me you loved me.
If you did, I'm not even sure you meant it.
You stole kisses and jobs and left me to burn.
well ashes to ashes and dust to dust mother fucker.
You brought me tears on a silver spoon
and asked me to make a wish for a better life.
I wished for you, I wished for you.
A better life was spent with you through all your bullshit
and mistakes.
I'll always be you best mistake.
Perhaps I'm your worst...
No.
definatly your best.
For the rest of your life sir, you'll always remember me.
I think I like it better that way.
I think I like knowing that you'll suffer more.
You'll know the shit I've been feeling
and how cold and empty my bed has been.
maybe i should get another blanket.
maybe i should get another heart.
maybe you should just come over.
If I wasnt scared about how you'd act or how things would be,
I'd call you and ask how you were doing.
I'd call you and ask how you had been.
I'd call you and ask why you never called back.
but when I pick up the phone and dial the 396..
i chicken out before i reach the next number and i slam it down.
But One day.
I'll be brave enough to face you and your clever mind.
I'll be able to make you remember why you were with me.
I'll be brave enough to dial the next numbers.
I'll make you need me.
want me.
Love me.
I'd make you suffer..
but i'm not as heartless as you.
( not meant for sadness more of a bitchy tone i guess.. i dunno.. i just didnt get sad writting it, i got a lil on the angry side. )