sit back, relax, relapse.
i've begun to write a story. a complicated, twisted story.
you call it morbid. i call it real.
it feels like honesty is a thing in the past.
why are you hiding from me?
just tell me the DAMN TRUTH.
do you love or hate me? make up your mind.
i don't want to ask anymore.
i shouldn't have to ask anymore.
i swear i won't ask anymore.
if i could write a song, it would be about you.
life can be so difficult.
"i hope i broke your heart.
never speak to me again
because i don't give a shit
about your tears and/or hurt
and i never will
so, dear, never speak to me again."
boy oh boy. we've got one emotional little brat on our hands.
ramble ramble ramble.
don't pollute my mind with your nonsense lies.
i don't want to hear it, no, i don't want to hear it.
i'm going to take a picture of my hand. there's this line in a song that would go perfect with it.
"the bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake."
i finally know what he's talking about.
i sit here and wonder if i'll ever be happy with them.
i don't think i will. no matter how hard i/they try.
it's too late. i've resented your absence and now i resent your presence.
it took me awhile to write that line. those words are hard to spell when you think too hard.
is this post too long for you?
it always seems like someone leaves before i'm finished talking.
as if my thoughts don't matter at all.
well, if you don't give a shit, then why the hell are you here?
you call it morbid. i call it real.
it feels like honesty is a thing in the past.
why are you hiding from me?
just tell me the DAMN TRUTH.
do you love or hate me? make up your mind.
i don't want to ask anymore.
i shouldn't have to ask anymore.
i swear i won't ask anymore.
if i could write a song, it would be about you.
life can be so difficult.
"i hope i broke your heart.
never speak to me again
because i don't give a shit
about your tears and/or hurt
and i never will
so, dear, never speak to me again."
boy oh boy. we've got one emotional little brat on our hands.
ramble ramble ramble.
don't pollute my mind with your nonsense lies.
i don't want to hear it, no, i don't want to hear it.
i'm going to take a picture of my hand. there's this line in a song that would go perfect with it.
"the bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake."
i finally know what he's talking about.
i sit here and wonder if i'll ever be happy with them.
i don't think i will. no matter how hard i/they try.
it's too late. i've resented your absence and now i resent your presence.
it took me awhile to write that line. those words are hard to spell when you think too hard.
is this post too long for you?
it always seems like someone leaves before i'm finished talking.
as if my thoughts don't matter at all.
well, if you don't give a shit, then why the hell are you here?