the best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed
Think of me as your head smashes through the windsheild
i just too stupid to understand whats going on?
perhaps you can tell me why the place where i used to write i love you on my hand is now my blades favorite dwelling place
does he make you as happy as i did?
does he know all the secrets you told me, and i vowed to never speak aloud?
do you know he secretly walks around all day murmuring your name, hoping no one else hears?
does he lie awake at night imagining the taste of your lips, and the feel of your skin?
does he know just the way to wipe away your tears so you smile perfectly?
does he know your favorite place to be kissed is the back of your neck?
does he make up excuses to call you every 20 minutes, just to hear your voice quietly whispering 'i miss you more than anything'?
does he do all the thingsthe things i used to do?
you read my mind, like your favorite book
you force me to tell you my deepest of secrets
but it will only be so long before someone beats you at your own game
then you will feel this pain that ive kept for so long
the loss of free willthe destruction of passions
youll cry like i have and youll scream like i have
youll be lost like i am and long for an escape
but its much too late for you too are a creation of someone else
ive known all along
you know Id give up anything
just to walk beside you
so i write melodies for you
in my head
the earth lies below me
and heaven looms overhead
im weightless
and the stinging feeling of unwanted hate
keep my heart on a leash, and close to you
tucked away in your pocket for safe keeping
she cries "Please don't leave me now"
must time bring us to these two seprate roads?
if love is real, then why can hope not prevail?
the cuts become deeper, the sceams become louder
is this all one big mystery, like the way the wind blows?
well, she's got a heart full of dread and those hole-punched eyes
yeah, the one she uses to attract all the new boys
An estatic romance that dies helplessly
You say the end is near, but its already begun
if youre gonna rip my heart :out:
Could you use a knife thats
dull
and rusted in color?