do you ever wake up missin me?
i try to cover it up....i try to stay busy...i try to hide the hurt that occurs...i try to hate you...i can't...i try to hold you..i can't....i try to pretend you don't exist...i can't.i go on living, go on breathing. go on about my life.
this is love on the rocks, with no ice.
if i could pick a soundtrack, for my everchanging mood, it would be the cure,some breaks,and that one breakup song,by that one black guy,you know the one. where i ask
do u ever wake up reaching out for me?
fred astaire could not do the tapdance i've performed in the last week or 2,even with ginger rogers. i've managed to successfully dodge all emotion,all pain, all regret. waking up in the morning hurts,because that's one more day without you.
and i won't tell noone you're name....and i won't tell 'em your name.
i'm not really sure what any of this means,nor if it will ever mean anything at all. but i know when everyone is involved things will get better. or something to that effect, i guess.
it's so much better,when everyone is in..... are you in?
and i try not to reminisce,i try not to remember, all the things. all the time. all the places. all the kisses. all the hugs. all the intimacy. all the things you've shown me...
....something i've not seen, something ifinitely interesting...
and with both hands,now don't close your eyes...i am writing graffiti on your body i am telling the story of, how hard we tried....
how hard we tried....
and i know i must go on...i must move forward...life will continue whether i like it or not and i'm forced to keep living like it's no big deal, this pathetic excuse for a life.
but the truth is, living is killing me.
and love is the knife.
this is love on the rocks, with no ice.
if i could pick a soundtrack, for my everchanging mood, it would be the cure,some breaks,and that one breakup song,by that one black guy,you know the one. where i ask
do u ever wake up reaching out for me?
fred astaire could not do the tapdance i've performed in the last week or 2,even with ginger rogers. i've managed to successfully dodge all emotion,all pain, all regret. waking up in the morning hurts,because that's one more day without you.
and i won't tell noone you're name....and i won't tell 'em your name.
i'm not really sure what any of this means,nor if it will ever mean anything at all. but i know when everyone is involved things will get better. or something to that effect, i guess.
it's so much better,when everyone is in..... are you in?
and i try not to reminisce,i try not to remember, all the things. all the time. all the places. all the kisses. all the hugs. all the intimacy. all the things you've shown me...
....something i've not seen, something ifinitely interesting...
and with both hands,now don't close your eyes...i am writing graffiti on your body i am telling the story of, how hard we tried....
how hard we tried....
and i know i must go on...i must move forward...life will continue whether i like it or not and i'm forced to keep living like it's no big deal, this pathetic excuse for a life.
but the truth is, living is killing me.
and love is the knife.