well, how does it feel to be used? you memorized the lyrics so you could sing the songs, but you don't feel a thing. what good is that?? you need to write your own song. then maybe you won't look like such a fraud. you're just whoring yourself around this stage so you'll seem to others like youre alive. i see right through you though. "it's your persistance that makes me sick"
you know i've caught you redhanded. i've witnessed the vacancy of your story. and you keep going, fully knowing that i could kill you at any moment. "what did you think i would say? 'no, you can't run away?' you wouldnt." and im not here to hurt you. i fear for your life. sooner or later, you'll get found out. "give up acting unaware. you can't ignore the crime." dry your eyes. just because im the first, and won't be the last, doesn't mean it's over. sing as loud as you can... but not the songs that you know. the ones you spent so much time learning... they do not belong to you. sing whatever comes out. "you should speak while they're still listening." you can breathe. ( L )
but it still makes me sick. i want you to stop because you laugh in the face of everyone who ever broke over those knives. those tears on your face are real... but they werent five minutes ago, before i called you out. "you can paint the picture pretty, but it serves as no disguise"
i love you. but i hate what you do. you're wrong and you know that you are, but you'll never face it, will you?
"this circle never ends, and its time you just face it. don't pretend that it's over"
im not closing the conversation this time..... heh heh. "there is nothing underneath the sun without you."
you don't understand the joke.. it's okay, i forgive you. i can't change my font back to verdana right now. OH, nevermind. :P
now i just can't let you go. "i won't let you give up on a miracle.. when it might save you." no, it WILL save you. i know it will save you. i don't agree to let you drown, no matter how much you want to. it makes me want to cry. i feel so alone, when you're tugging at my sleeve. no, youre violently pulling me back to safety. it's the only violence i've ever been thankful for. "it's sink or swim"
you won't let me sink. even though i want to. and i thank you for this. thank you. for loving me, even when i don't love you. for catching my word vomit when no one else can. thank you for letting me fall down and letting me bleed on your sheets. for holding me. for being mine. for making me yours. for letting me live.
for being everything i'll ever need. (L) i love you.
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