You must remember.
Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

song

This is the curse.
This is the curse I knew was coming.
I watched it rush through me,
till it had me on my toes,
gasping for air.
This is the curse that is drowning me,
holding me under.
Haunting me.

oh goodness i hate you
hate you so much
I hate the way you stand there
the way you move
the way you stare
I hate what you do when I catch your eyes touching mine

l I just hate what you have done
where I am trapped
it is all your fault

I keep having these dreams
where I tell you everything
but thisn't isnt enough
so I am going nouth.
ignoring your route
the best I can do
well all I can do
is avoid you

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