Random me-ness.
So, sometimes I write. Yes, it happens. Never anything much, just this random shit that pops into my head. And I compile it in one document over time, writing down these snippets that came to me over the past year or so. I read back on them, and some of them...most of them are complete crap. But sometimes I find little gems that could still use some polishing, but I still kinda like them. This one's pretty stupid, but I just like certain parts from it. And yeah, it's pretty emo. I apologize for that.
My throat is raw from all the screaming you can't seem to hear. Pour my heart out, scream my lungs out, cry my eyes out, and you're still just an answering machine. The relentless dial tone even sounds more dear than your voice. I'm never the keeper, always the lingerer. Keep making your empty promises; maybe one day you'll actually believe them yourself. I'm tired of being kept on hold, so I'm hanging up now. I hope you recognize the click. Maybe the silence can reach you better than I ever could.
Never the keeper, I never could keep you.
My throat is raw from all the screaming you can't seem to hear. Pour my heart out, scream my lungs out, cry my eyes out, and you're still just an answering machine. The relentless dial tone even sounds more dear than your voice. I'm never the keeper, always the lingerer. Keep making your empty promises; maybe one day you'll actually believe them yourself. I'm tired of being kept on hold, so I'm hanging up now. I hope you recognize the click. Maybe the silence can reach you better than I ever could.
Never the keeper, I never could keep you.