i spend my nights trying to yell, but there's no point. wise words upon deaf ears, i might as well have no voice. once again i'm in this alone. oh, what's one more chance i've blown. new sights blurred through old glasses. its kinda funny how the feeling passes. you always were so good at charades, but i don't wanna play if it all just fades. always hoping a change will come is the definition of being young. my youth was but a waste. just token memories i misplaced. i've come to define naive as the bullshit we believe. you see, it's always so easy in the start when you only love with your bleeding heart.
but you stomped all over my heart, tore it apart. spit on the mess after you were done. i don't recognize the monster you've become. you keep talking circles around the truth. if the only words are lies i'd rather be a mute. i've been taking naps on my deathbed. i was once told that someday i'd be dead. i want to feel a part of that guarantee cuz it's the only promise i ever believed. solitude is all i deserve, and i prefer my death premature. i'd take a moment to bid you all adieux, but the sentiment is more "fuck you". i wish i could wish you well but that's one last lie i will not tell. goodbye, farewell, i'll see you in hell.
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