(no subject)
we're coming up on the first anniversary of our falling out.
i hope the year has been as heartbreaking and painful for you as it was for me.
through the tears and the depression im over it.
i was over you long ago.
but the memories still haunt me.
i hope you enjoy all your friends you bought.
once the money runs out dont come running to me.
you can go fuck yourself because i was there no matter what.
and im not waiting around for you anymore.
you need to ration off your fortune because once it's gone, they're gone.
im gonna speed this car up.
im gonna crash head on into a wall.
speed it up baby.
i want to see the hurt in your eyes.
i want you to feel the guilt.
because we all know you did it.
dont shed any tears.
youre not allowed to miss me.
youre not allowed to care about me.
you didnt know me nearly long enough to show that emotion.
but seriously.
the depression is becoming a lot to deal with.
i have no release.
im too busy to do any hobby.
the only release i had was music.
i dont even seem to have time for that anymore.
i make time.
i force feed the words into my ears.
i make the songs mean something.
i see myself living through them.
i let my imagination run wild.
and this is what i get.
a pointless post about someone who im supposed to be over.
they wont read this.
they dont know how theyve fucked me up for life.
how now i dont make friends.
how i cant let my guard down.
how ive turned into a pitiful excuse for a human being.
ive become nothing.
ive resorted to feeling sorry for myself because no one else should have to deal with me.
but for everyone who doesnt read this.. im over it.
i dont talk about it anymore.
because no one should be this hurt.
no one should feel this alone.
no one should act like im acting.
pity party for one.
stop now, there's no point in breathing - it's not allowed. on the surface, how can you find - reason to move on? until then you can runaway. do your best to hide your face. and oh i know you best; i know you get what you get you get what you deserve.
i hope the year has been as heartbreaking and painful for you as it was for me.
through the tears and the depression im over it.
i was over you long ago.
but the memories still haunt me.
i hope you enjoy all your friends you bought.
once the money runs out dont come running to me.
you can go fuck yourself because i was there no matter what.
and im not waiting around for you anymore.
you need to ration off your fortune because once it's gone, they're gone.
im gonna speed this car up.
im gonna crash head on into a wall.
speed it up baby.
i want to see the hurt in your eyes.
i want you to feel the guilt.
because we all know you did it.
dont shed any tears.
youre not allowed to miss me.
youre not allowed to care about me.
you didnt know me nearly long enough to show that emotion.
but seriously.
the depression is becoming a lot to deal with.
i have no release.
im too busy to do any hobby.
the only release i had was music.
i dont even seem to have time for that anymore.
i make time.
i force feed the words into my ears.
i make the songs mean something.
i see myself living through them.
i let my imagination run wild.
and this is what i get.
a pointless post about someone who im supposed to be over.
they wont read this.
they dont know how theyve fucked me up for life.
how now i dont make friends.
how i cant let my guard down.
how ive turned into a pitiful excuse for a human being.
ive become nothing.
ive resorted to feeling sorry for myself because no one else should have to deal with me.
but for everyone who doesnt read this.. im over it.
i dont talk about it anymore.
because no one should be this hurt.
no one should feel this alone.
no one should act like im acting.
pity party for one.
stop now, there's no point in breathing - it's not allowed. on the surface, how can you find - reason to move on? until then you can runaway. do your best to hide your face. and oh i know you best; i know you get what you get you get what you deserve.