my side of the bed or something of the sort
you try telling me that misery is your worst enemy, i am telling you i am your worst enemy forget your misery and join me now in this somber silence that surronds this atrocity making things seem different from what they really are, it must have something to do with this miasma that everyones been talking about. As the televison fluctates, a fly buzzes about the room, i think it has a lame leg for it has not landed throughout this hour. i look over and see you sitting alone in that chair across the room not speaking to you is harder than it may seem. i cannot seem to mutter the faintest "sorry" which is much less than you deserve, for everything i have put you through a hug and a kiss is in order, yet somehow i find myself thinking that i would like to show you my feelings with words but no words can seem to display my actual feelings for you. maybe someday my mind will let me be and stop playing such trick on me, it is my virus, just like i am yours. As long as i am with you everything seems better, why not just slay the drama at this point some sort of death is needed, what is a story without a death? can you still call it a story? death of an object should qualify shouldn't it, for there is onyl two people in this story, you and i, and if one of us dies, the other is sure to follow, and that my friends will only lead to the tragic end of a story that has not yet begun.
gasping for air it is all closing in around me, my life slowly is falling away from me, and you will not be there to catch it because of all the things i have done to you i fear that you will just sit there in that chair across the room, what happened to "forget and forgive?" all i now is that spitting blood clears up dream and reality alike, i only wish that i never spoke that night.
when my tears start falling you speak for the first time, you only say "we are not having this discussion" it is then when my tears turn incarnadine. i want you to know i say that "these tears are for you" then you have the nerve to tell me that you do not want my tears they mean nothing to you. it hurts me to hear you say such things, but after all i have done i must accept my depleeting self esteem. before it seemed to put ease to my mind that you had brought meaning to my life, i just do not want you to completely turn your back on me yet, cause i am not down for selling you out.
maybe i should have been here months ago with open arms and honest face? I am adressing full doubt that you hgave ever felt frustration well i would like you to know i am choking on it now, oh just please tell me that you care, is it so much to ask i know that deep down inside you love me, why can't you see it now, have you tossed aside all memories of me? am i just something of your past that has sunk beneath the surface. why oh why do things have to be this way? did i forget to say that i was sorry? oh shit, maybe that is it, i never meant to make you feel such pain i never meant for it to be this way, i just want you to be with me now on my side of the bed.
Is there a fairytale ending to this nightmare of you and me? or is this story destined to play out throught all of eternity? i ahve an empty glass full of tears, its filled my mind and will stay that way for years i am afraid i have no where left to go. the day you reach out and grab my hand for no reason at all thats when i will know its love...
just please don't let me drown in these tears of mine!!!
gasping for air it is all closing in around me, my life slowly is falling away from me, and you will not be there to catch it because of all the things i have done to you i fear that you will just sit there in that chair across the room, what happened to "forget and forgive?" all i now is that spitting blood clears up dream and reality alike, i only wish that i never spoke that night.
when my tears start falling you speak for the first time, you only say "we are not having this discussion" it is then when my tears turn incarnadine. i want you to know i say that "these tears are for you" then you have the nerve to tell me that you do not want my tears they mean nothing to you. it hurts me to hear you say such things, but after all i have done i must accept my depleeting self esteem. before it seemed to put ease to my mind that you had brought meaning to my life, i just do not want you to completely turn your back on me yet, cause i am not down for selling you out.
maybe i should have been here months ago with open arms and honest face? I am adressing full doubt that you hgave ever felt frustration well i would like you to know i am choking on it now, oh just please tell me that you care, is it so much to ask i know that deep down inside you love me, why can't you see it now, have you tossed aside all memories of me? am i just something of your past that has sunk beneath the surface. why oh why do things have to be this way? did i forget to say that i was sorry? oh shit, maybe that is it, i never meant to make you feel such pain i never meant for it to be this way, i just want you to be with me now on my side of the bed.
Is there a fairytale ending to this nightmare of you and me? or is this story destined to play out throught all of eternity? i ahve an empty glass full of tears, its filled my mind and will stay that way for years i am afraid i have no where left to go. the day you reach out and grab my hand for no reason at all thats when i will know its love...
just please don't let me drown in these tears of mine!!!