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like how an amputee still feels tingling in their missing limbs
i still feel a winge in my heart, i still reach my leg out in the middle of the night
hunting through the sheets and covers for you on the other side of the bed,
i still double take realizing im not wearing the ring, panic for a second,
did i lose it? did i take it off when i was fixing something?
No its home in a box. im not sure why.
it has no meaning anymore
. ..it hadnt for years
i dont know why i still let myself care
the mistakes were mine
how could i have expected you to still love me
i was niave
and cared so much it killed me
it killed us
... and i can handle taking the blame for that.
i should have known,
that i was searching for a level of discloser you couldnt offer
we could have saved some wasted time
I thought we would have been married by now.
instead im Tonya's bridesmaid
ziping her into dresses that i thought i would be wearing
trying to find solice at the bottom of bottles
it seems to be working.
dont try to fuck with my head.
it will work
and it kills me to know
how on the verge of caving i had been
and how i know you never would.
ive been meaning to smoke
just to give you a silent metophorical middle finger
but i havent brought myself to do it yet.
you know how it makes me sick
...not worth the doctors visit.
i still feel a winge in my heart, i still reach my leg out in the middle of the night
hunting through the sheets and covers for you on the other side of the bed,
i still double take realizing im not wearing the ring, panic for a second,
did i lose it? did i take it off when i was fixing something?
No its home in a box. im not sure why.
it has no meaning anymore
. ..it hadnt for years
i dont know why i still let myself care
the mistakes were mine
how could i have expected you to still love me
i was niave
and cared so much it killed me
it killed us
... and i can handle taking the blame for that.
i should have known,
that i was searching for a level of discloser you couldnt offer
we could have saved some wasted time
I thought we would have been married by now.
instead im Tonya's bridesmaid
ziping her into dresses that i thought i would be wearing
trying to find solice at the bottom of bottles
it seems to be working.
dont try to fuck with my head.
it will work
and it kills me to know
how on the verge of caving i had been
and how i know you never would.
ive been meaning to smoke
just to give you a silent metophorical middle finger
but i havent brought myself to do it yet.
you know how it makes me sick
...not worth the doctors visit.