a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget.
it's actually over...
done with?
no matter how many times it's been said...it's never happened...it's never been serious...
to think that i'll never sleep next to you..or wrapped up in you...or wake up to your stinky breath, and silly smile...and the kiss on the forehead that says "let's go back to sleep."
it's just never been real...but this time...it's real...and you've completely rid yourself of all things me. you can't possibly be human.
i asked for my journal back. yea...
but the server books full of my silly little post its...every one you kept...why?
the box full of letters i've written to you...for the past year...the hair clips and hair ties left behind in your bed from the many nights we spent there, where you insisted on messing up my hair...
every single letter...do you have NO feelings?
the cds i made you...and the 314 hearts i cut out on valentines day...to mark the 314th day of us - carelessly thrown in the bag with the rest of this stuff...
"it was nice working with you" ???? are you fucking kidding me? how bout a big FUCK YOU
well thanks a fucking lot.
nice to know you have no heart. that will get you far in life...sad thing is, it probably will...and as for me. well i'll just be left here...stuck.
i hope one day someone will fill your black heart with the kinds of lonliness and despair you've left in mine.
and i hope it makes you think of me. and i hope it fucking burns.
done with?
no matter how many times it's been said...it's never happened...it's never been serious...
to think that i'll never sleep next to you..or wrapped up in you...or wake up to your stinky breath, and silly smile...and the kiss on the forehead that says "let's go back to sleep."
it's just never been real...but this time...it's real...and you've completely rid yourself of all things me. you can't possibly be human.
i asked for my journal back. yea...
but the server books full of my silly little post its...every one you kept...why?
the box full of letters i've written to you...for the past year...the hair clips and hair ties left behind in your bed from the many nights we spent there, where you insisted on messing up my hair...
every single letter...do you have NO feelings?
the cds i made you...and the 314 hearts i cut out on valentines day...to mark the 314th day of us - carelessly thrown in the bag with the rest of this stuff...
"it was nice working with you" ???? are you fucking kidding me? how bout a big FUCK YOU
well thanks a fucking lot.
nice to know you have no heart. that will get you far in life...sad thing is, it probably will...and as for me. well i'll just be left here...stuck.
i hope one day someone will fill your black heart with the kinds of lonliness and despair you've left in mine.
and i hope it makes you think of me. and i hope it fucking burns.