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Well its one or another ... between a rope and a funnel.
I broke up with her today ... oh her pretty eyes, her perfect hair, smile, the way she looked at me everytime we kissed. My conclusion is that i have lost my mind something that good should not just be thrown away, ive treated her like garbage and i hope that she finds someone better because she deserves it.
Should i say mistake ? or if i say Iam sorry its not really gonna make a difference ?
where is my mind ? maybe its the car with my dead aunt...
maybe its in the mental hospital with my uncle ... those cold empty cells with the white painted bears on the walls to make you feel like your somebody, kinda reminds me of home
maybe its the blood that ran down my face from my father
or the tears that ran down her face when i told her that i loved her
maybe ... maybe i shouldn't exploite my problems on the fucking internet cause livejournal isn't a fucking mental clinic.
How is it that i get this attached i cant let go because when i do its my last breath.
... the pavement is beautiful from up there.
just look for my other half at the bottom.
i just wanna believe...
Iam sorry, sorry for anyone ive ever offended, or hurt in anyway.
... i pour out onto the floor like liquid white from fallen glass .. nothing to cry over
I broke up with her today ... oh her pretty eyes, her perfect hair, smile, the way she looked at me everytime we kissed. My conclusion is that i have lost my mind something that good should not just be thrown away, ive treated her like garbage and i hope that she finds someone better because she deserves it.
Should i say mistake ? or if i say Iam sorry its not really gonna make a difference ?
where is my mind ? maybe its the car with my dead aunt...
maybe its in the mental hospital with my uncle ... those cold empty cells with the white painted bears on the walls to make you feel like your somebody, kinda reminds me of home
maybe its the blood that ran down my face from my father
or the tears that ran down her face when i told her that i loved her
maybe ... maybe i shouldn't exploite my problems on the fucking internet cause livejournal isn't a fucking mental clinic.
How is it that i get this attached i cant let go because when i do its my last breath.
... the pavement is beautiful from up there.
just look for my other half at the bottom.
i just wanna believe...
Iam sorry, sorry for anyone ive ever offended, or hurt in anyway.
... i pour out onto the floor like liquid white from fallen glass .. nothing to cry over