Mar 12, 2015 19:58
You made me this way.
All I want is out.
And to start over.
And maybe never know you.
Because that's the only way
I'll ever feel something
other than you.
You are every feeling.
You are a fever.
Everything reminds me of you.
Because we were a fraud,
I believe everything else is a lie.
Tell me it really happened.
So I can stop thinking I've gone insane.
Because I believe in love.
I'm not afraid or ashamed
to keep fighting for something
that has no hope.
If I ever stopped, I would die.
But all of this time
this duel was not mine
and now I will win
the true war
created by my own hands.