treat me like this, this is it and now i'll pray to god i'll ask him, could i survive? i think i'll live through these nights where i have cried and
? feel the vomit rise, see your life through my eyes curl up and die. if you saw, it you knew, i'd be there, i'd watch you curl up and die
And I feel fine But I know the same does not apply to you I know the same does not apply to you So I guess that I?ll curl up and die, too. Clinging
asked me to Like a stab in the back The facts all crack Buildings fall down And God gets the sack My world falls apart As you tear up my heart Reality blinds and
After all i'd done for you No matter how hard i tried It wouldn't matter to me much right now If you curled up and died It's nearly a year on, and i'
and every road leads to nowhere as they said the things that would one day come true. and as we laughed our blessed memories came crumbling and our paths
dead and be buried by the fear of these thoughts. And just like those pictures, I am melting through your hands. These demons dividing, they burned out our one sun and
feathered and face woven with beauty, these limbs are crumbling. This is the again and the two dressed so innocently. An empty palm and another back
We're lost love with nothing to give. Our hearts are over-medicated. An overdosed America. Sharing a closet with our skeletons. And in being needed, not
You're not what you'll become. You aren't how you'll end up. With opened holes growing exponentially into my head. Until we feel the fall, so we don't
substitutes for conversation. And who is wrong over holes burning into their heads or bloated sacks shifting in their stomachs? Over feeling unloved, worn out and
undeceiving. Nothing comes out so simple. I notice I tore these wings with my own hands. Everything separating me from what is life. Entwined in messages of inexistence and
Seeing in fevers going blind from all the cancer that bound these wires together to end the communication. the distance from it all is what it takes.
of your body with his and the sound of you sighing and sharing our moments without me.) Every night I dreamt through your every encounter. And that morning
I have bottomed out and my future doesn't fit into my schedule. All booked up on depression and self-loathing. Buried deep in sleep from passing out,
into mechanisms and diagrams. she found me upon lonely traveled roads wading through these unforgiving waters. through the unfamilar voice of acheivements and
have interest in me. Please forget me. Just go home. I'm breaking bones Over roaming free, empty, and with nowhere to go. Who wants a boy sad and hurt
anything. 'Til we're not around anymore. and there is this hum in our heads and we're exhausted again. Screaming sound that goes on and on and on and
