Unneccesary to read.
I loved you, you made me, hate me.
You gave me, hate, see?
It saved me and these tears are deadly.
You feel that?
I rip back, every time you try to steal that.
You feel bad? You feel sad?
I'm sorry...hell no, fuck that!
It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife.
This strife it dies, this life and these lies.
And these lungs have sung this song for too long.
And it's true I hurt too.
I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same
I'm sorry, oh
I'm sorry, no
I've been abused, I feel so used, because of you
I'm sorry oh
I'm sorry no
I usually don't let people get to me.
Especially one particular person.
But i don't know. Lately it's just been hovering over my head cause when I think about it, I wouldn't be the way I am now if it wasn't for them.
It's good and bad.
I like the person I am, I just don't like the form of self-destruction I've learned.
I make no sense.
I'm over it.
For reals.
Just lingering thoughts.
And I really wish i could tell one of the many people who aren't supposed to know.
I honestly wouldn't feel guilty at all.
But I'm not like that.
Don't respond to this.
It's stupid.
I'm just talking.