I walked away from you...
I'm not who you think I am, all of you. No one knows my story. And no one, godamnit, ever fucking will. To be honest, I'm tired of all this shit.
You want to know me? Try listening for a minute.
I'm tired of all this online shit... I think I'm just going to drop it altogether.
I miss seeing faces, hearing voices. And, damn, who even knows what skin feels like anymore. Okay? so I'm just being a whiny annoying bitch right now. But I have a fucking right to. Don't wanna read? Stop reading.
I was wrong. I said I could live without love. I said it over and over in my head. I'm sorry. I'm tired of all these faces. Everything's fake. the smiles? they mean nothing. Yeah? So I'm fucking lonely. there, I said it. You knew all along anyway.
Fuck being strong. I can't do it anymore. I can't fake it.
I don't want any fucking comments. You wanna talk.? Talk to me. Don't type to me.
these letters are meaningless. as if technology had ripped them away from their caligraphy pens and parchment paper and drained them of their meanings. Dead letters. You're just writing and re-writing. but it's dead. If your message is dead, Your reason is dying.
Sorry for the breakdown. I gue--
I have no excuse.
You want to know me? Try listening for a minute.
I'm tired of all this online shit... I think I'm just going to drop it altogether.
I miss seeing faces, hearing voices. And, damn, who even knows what skin feels like anymore. Okay? so I'm just being a whiny annoying bitch right now. But I have a fucking right to. Don't wanna read? Stop reading.
I was wrong. I said I could live without love. I said it over and over in my head. I'm sorry. I'm tired of all these faces. Everything's fake. the smiles? they mean nothing. Yeah? So I'm fucking lonely. there, I said it. You knew all along anyway.
Fuck being strong. I can't do it anymore. I can't fake it.
I don't want any fucking comments. You wanna talk.? Talk to me. Don't type to me.
these letters are meaningless. as if technology had ripped them away from their caligraphy pens and parchment paper and drained them of their meanings. Dead letters. You're just writing and re-writing. but it's dead. If your message is dead, Your reason is dying.
Sorry for the breakdown. I gue--
I have no excuse.