you're so tainted by you're own self-image.
here's to you. here's to me. here's to everything thats gone.
i'm not sorry anymore.
six says after it was over, i was already seeing someone new.
he's everything i've ever wanted.
(but so was everyone else)
i should be so happy. i should be so real. i should be all the things i've ever wanted myself to be.
i guess i am. and that is what scares me.
i've become so used to telling little lies. false words would slip out of my mouth at any given moment. then i would laugh at myself.
with him, everything i say is the truth. no small tales to make him think something that isn't really there.
***
i see things in myself that i've never seen before. all the personality traits that i've pushed down so far so no one would see it, not even myself.
he brings those out. i dont know ME anymore. i dont know what i'm all about. i got so used to lying that the truth leaves a bitter taste on my lips.
"i tear my hair from roots. that same hair was twice removed. a lock of hair you said would prove a love would never die. well ha ha. i sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings, as my fingers press onto the strings, yet another clumsy chord."
i'm not sorry anymore.
six says after it was over, i was already seeing someone new.
he's everything i've ever wanted.
(but so was everyone else)
i should be so happy. i should be so real. i should be all the things i've ever wanted myself to be.
i guess i am. and that is what scares me.
i've become so used to telling little lies. false words would slip out of my mouth at any given moment. then i would laugh at myself.
with him, everything i say is the truth. no small tales to make him think something that isn't really there.
***
i see things in myself that i've never seen before. all the personality traits that i've pushed down so far so no one would see it, not even myself.
he brings those out. i dont know ME anymore. i dont know what i'm all about. i got so used to lying that the truth leaves a bitter taste on my lips.
"i tear my hair from roots. that same hair was twice removed. a lock of hair you said would prove a love would never die. well ha ha. i sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings, as my fingers press onto the strings, yet another clumsy chord."