| hearts meet
though we didn't speak
of those things
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| no more emotional attachments. it feels good...to not worry, care, or desire. now I can just watch as they destroy themselves again and again. god, i missed this feeling. |
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| Something bad inside me went away...
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Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
Well I am ill
But I'm not dead
And I don't know which of those I prefer
Because that limb which I have lost
Well it was the only thing holding me up
Holding me up
Well I'm lying on the ground now
Walking through the only door
Well I have lost my eye sight
Like I said I would
But I still know
And that is you in front of me
And you are back for even more of exactly the same
Well are you a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
And you are not ill
And I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair
Just you and me
We'll start again
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| when did i become so...terrible? why are negative comments the only things that come out of my mouth?
i hate the way i treat my friends.
have you ever listened to a song and thought that it was speaking directly to you? well I have. Just yesterday, in fact.
you're terrified of the way you feel
it makes you feel out of control
you'd rather hate the ones you love
than take a chance that they might not love you back
and break your heart
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