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i rang, she yelled, as per usual i cried...
with a gun to the temple, tracing my tears down my face.
i contemplate the thought.
i wait, curled in silence, to hear a phone that wont ring.
a realisation that my heart is broken.
there will be no tomorrow
and i simply cant grow up alone.
an ear piercing scare and a smile of freedom
with colour blind wrapping its lyrics round my chest.
forcing me to breathe deeper.
and...it doesnt hurt anymore
silence should be a pleasure rather than daily routine
you are so familiar..yet your face is so worn out
i longed to be all that you WERE...
as per usual i cry ...
only she doesnt yet know
she yelled for the last time...
erasing yourself is too easy
its fading away that hurts
BEING erassed that kills...
being crushed by you should be a terror, rather than an every day routine.
with a gun to the temple, tracing my tears down my face.
i contemplate the thought.
i wait, curled in silence, to hear a phone that wont ring.
a realisation that my heart is broken.
there will be no tomorrow
and i simply cant grow up alone.
an ear piercing scare and a smile of freedom
with colour blind wrapping its lyrics round my chest.
forcing me to breathe deeper.
and...it doesnt hurt anymore
silence should be a pleasure rather than daily routine
you are so familiar..yet your face is so worn out
i longed to be all that you WERE...
as per usual i cry ...
only she doesnt yet know
she yelled for the last time...
erasing yourself is too easy
its fading away that hurts
BEING erassed that kills...
being crushed by you should be a terror, rather than an every day routine.