There goes another farewell...
And without us even saying hello eye to eye...
I was the one to let you know, i would be sorry ever after.
And so i am. Sorry for meeting her, sorry for sharing with her, sorry she isn't who i want her to be.
Selfish, no? Expecting of someone to be the person you want?
We all do it. We just don't get it till it hits us.
Screaming bullshit in your ears.
Raw and fucking loud. And you go, hey what the hell just happened?
Yeah. Shit happens for a reason. And it's to bring you back down before you go too high.
Smoking my i lost count cigarette, nervously, waiting for something to come up to my mind so i can write it.
No shit comes up. Shit can't even be put in to writing. How do you write a scream?
All the things she says echo inside my head. And fuck... the echo is getting further and further away.
Is it fading? Or just making a well covered run for the hill just to pierce you once again?
"You're simply the best". No i'm fucking not. I'm just the only one dumb enough to believe you.
i'm tired of my trusting self. What happened to the "i'll fuck you up if you get close enough" me?
Where are the steel covered wings? The dark wholes that twinkled where my eyes are now?
The fucking emptiness where my heart is now? Where in the god damn world have i lost what made me a Raven?
How the fuck can a "when you do it once, you start to like it" can affect my life?
Why am i even offended and hurt by a statement so selfish and incomplete like that?
I am not that fucking person... i wasn't. What the fuck?!
Who am i anymore?
Where and when?
Why with you and not her or her or her or her...
And finely. Fuck this shit.
Obviously hun, this shit aint about you. So yeah... Kill me while you still can. Or i will. It's a promise.
I was the one to let you know, i would be sorry ever after.
And so i am. Sorry for meeting her, sorry for sharing with her, sorry she isn't who i want her to be.
Selfish, no? Expecting of someone to be the person you want?
We all do it. We just don't get it till it hits us.
Screaming bullshit in your ears.
Raw and fucking loud. And you go, hey what the hell just happened?
Yeah. Shit happens for a reason. And it's to bring you back down before you go too high.
Smoking my i lost count cigarette, nervously, waiting for something to come up to my mind so i can write it.
No shit comes up. Shit can't even be put in to writing. How do you write a scream?
All the things she says echo inside my head. And fuck... the echo is getting further and further away.
Is it fading? Or just making a well covered run for the hill just to pierce you once again?
"You're simply the best". No i'm fucking not. I'm just the only one dumb enough to believe you.
i'm tired of my trusting self. What happened to the "i'll fuck you up if you get close enough" me?
Where are the steel covered wings? The dark wholes that twinkled where my eyes are now?
The fucking emptiness where my heart is now? Where in the god damn world have i lost what made me a Raven?
How the fuck can a "when you do it once, you start to like it" can affect my life?
Why am i even offended and hurt by a statement so selfish and incomplete like that?
I am not that fucking person... i wasn't. What the fuck?!
Who am i anymore?
Where and when?
Why with you and not her or her or her or her...
And finely. Fuck this shit.
Obviously hun, this shit aint about you. So yeah... Kill me while you still can. Or i will. It's a promise.