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what a wonderful image.
of what will never be/////// holding hands. and telling lies. cuddling as if no one was ever around..
im feeling a little bulimic. man oh man. damn the ones who said the "best part of believe is the Lie"/
i dont believe what he says is true. but its a lie right?/ walking. running. tripping. anything to get me out of here. im prepared to walk a thousand miles to get out of this hell hole no one knows exists.
im watching and waiting. im waiting for you to fall. so i can catch you. or even just let you go. i dont know which one will have more pleasure. or pain.
sick of this scene? no. im waiting for it to start again. im waiting for a reason to beLIEve we have a reason for being here. do we have a reason for being here? answer my fucking question statue! your never there when i need you.
you're never there when anyone needs you.
a faded photograph of weighted memories. and things we never did. and the things i should have said.
if this is my life. as is. its just not worth it. i have empathy. but do i really? can i have empathy for someone no one knows. myself.
"my foot on your neck" you are not where i want you. your not where i need you. whoa, ive called your number now a thousand times.. did you know? you disconnected it months ago. and still, i call just in case. that hopefully i dreamed you were gone. but your really here.
im forgetting you statue. my symbol of emptiness. and loneliness.
of what will never be/////// holding hands. and telling lies. cuddling as if no one was ever around..
im feeling a little bulimic. man oh man. damn the ones who said the "best part of believe is the Lie"/
i dont believe what he says is true. but its a lie right?/ walking. running. tripping. anything to get me out of here. im prepared to walk a thousand miles to get out of this hell hole no one knows exists.
im watching and waiting. im waiting for you to fall. so i can catch you. or even just let you go. i dont know which one will have more pleasure. or pain.
sick of this scene? no. im waiting for it to start again. im waiting for a reason to beLIEve we have a reason for being here. do we have a reason for being here? answer my fucking question statue! your never there when i need you.
you're never there when anyone needs you.
a faded photograph of weighted memories. and things we never did. and the things i should have said.
if this is my life. as is. its just not worth it. i have empathy. but do i really? can i have empathy for someone no one knows. myself.
"my foot on your neck" you are not where i want you. your not where i need you. whoa, ive called your number now a thousand times.. did you know? you disconnected it months ago. and still, i call just in case. that hopefully i dreamed you were gone. but your really here.
im forgetting you statue. my symbol of emptiness. and loneliness.