The last post I will write about you.... because I think I'm ready to be "dead" now.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015It's tangible, it's not some feeling, it rocks your brain and crushes your bones, It's sucks because I can't do any thi...
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
It's tangible, it's not some feeling, it rocks your brain and crushes your bones,
A song I'm pretty sure I wrote for you.
but you can't get another me,
It's sucks because I can't do any thing, your not here, 'death' doesn't give a crap that I sit and wait for you at that park bench, or drive around listening to that song looking over to see if you're singing along, your gone. And 'death' leans back in his massage chair kicks up his feet and laughs... Because he's won.
And maybe you were inspired when you said death
death
death
death
Because I know everyone was thinking it but I was to scared to believe it.
But you weren't
Maybe we were born to the end
But I don't think you were born to be with her because your hand fits too well in my heart
And you don't think I was made for this because I flinch when you touch me, but that's only because last time you did I felt your knife graze my back..
And you don't think I'm made for you because when I talk all your ears do is scream but when she does they sing...
A song I'm pretty sure I wrote for you.
And my hearts voice echoes in my ear when it should be yours..
threw tears she screams you will find another him,
you will find another him
you will find another him...
but you can't get another me,
And I feel my heart breaking so I reach for the duck tape because I'd rather be full of tape then heart break
And i'm tired of hearing me say it's fine, no I'll be ok.
And your tried of the commitment.
You're so ready for death.
You're so ready for death.
So that's what we did.
And I force my self to believe its better this way. because it's easier when you walk away. It's easier when I don't hear the voice mail.
We died.
We died.
Not true.
But its all I'll ever get out of you.
