"if we cut out the bad well then we'd have nothing left..." -the used.. so true its sad...
This is where I say I've had enough.
And no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.
A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises.
And I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
Any better.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring.
And I'm thinking awful things.
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
But don't be a liar.
Don't say that "everything's working" when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor.
And your eyes say the jokes on me.
But, I’m not laughing.
You’re not leaving.
Who do I think I am kidding?
When I’m the only one locked in this hell.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring.
And I'm thinking awful things.
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
-dashboard confessional, saints and sailors
FUCK YOU dude...its actually funny how DONE i am...