I'm the one losing out."Do you hear voices - are they real, do you care? Do you ever see people that aren't really there?"I'm the one losing out.
Psycho, I know what you think of me, Misery filled days, filled with anxiety. I'll swallow these pills at 8.40am, everyday for the rest of my years. Although, I'll be spreading them through the hour, through my tears. "Permanent damage to your heart", he says. It doesn't matter - it was broken anyway.
Let's pretend that we never noticed I'm not who you fell for. Let's pretend that we never noticed you can't love me anymore.
Side effects on paper never translate to
Look what you did to me.I'll swallow myself down again, "You're not the solution", you claim. You have me right where you want me; broken in two, Screaming out your name, I can't believe I needed you. Twisted shards of broken reality are slicing at my skin, Red heartache flows down and patience wears me thin. I shouldn't have to prove myself to you, you should accept I am who I am and that my choices are my own to regret.Look what you did to me.
These bruises and scars are reminders I'll fade in time. Memories I cling to; I think to the time you left me behind. Bitter and confused, alone, but I've lost myself in you.
Thou shalt not create...You stood in his room and I wished you were in mine, Y'know, you used to live around this part of town. I go down to the harbour and point out your house to anybody who's interested. I point it out to nobody.Thou shalt not create...
I can count the times you haven't made me laugh on one solitary hand. With no fingers shown. Your buddy always stands by your side and I wonder will he always stand next to mine? I think he will. You watch out his windows over the garden. And that old abandoned tractor that Adam used to like playing on, until he got caught and told that it was too danger
Who made you the preacher?Someone's in the wrong here and it's not me. So, take your pearls of wisdom and wind them round your neck. Tighten them like a noose, a daily reminder of your supposed superiority. How DARE you call me fuckin' "unstable"?Who made you the preacher?
Is someone who drowns themselves in ethanol really reliable to preach? No. Have you sat next to me and talked, I mean REALLY talked? No. Who apppointed you as my moral and spiritual guide? Your compass won't bring me comfort.
I've had days and hours to digest this and still, I come to the same conclusion; I jus
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