Reality screams into my ear, migraines to teach me a lesson.
You're a random vision that doesn't make sense to me.
Something keeps me holding on.
A simple conceot if you not being there.
Rain on my own damn parade darling.
Drown my happiness with my own loss.
I'm a fool for telling you that I love you.
I don't even mean it.
Something lies there and I cant make out what exactly it is quite yet.
A blurred image.
Already broken into pieces.
Staining my carpet like wine.
You're not the person I'm going to marry.
You're not the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.
You're an experiment; I'm manipulative.
And I hate myself for you...
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