
now you can feel free to hate me for this

your type of beauty is born to fade;one of lust and of shame

i accept no truth only outlook, so i restore my faith in nothing...but the beat of my heart, and the beat of our hearts... and the blood on my hands for reaching

you gave it away with your eyes youve been fucking yourself with your own cold hands again

if it sounds bitter... its because it is. i will live forever and alone with this

why do we ask what we already know? just to hear when something is real

you are only worth what your heart is willing, so tell me are you willing?

its safe to say your valor was more of a pose. and its safe to say that if it was said, then it was meant to be said.

fuck you. i want to know how if feels to be the best you've ever had, so tell me when you lose your nerve.

after all this time, you think this taste would have lifted from my lips, and i'd forget your eyes were out for gold and the rest.

but i can't forgive you because i can't forget the weight i carry on my chest.

my wishes remain the same: for steady hands to be held.

and when the time is right, you'll see how it's funny how little it takes for you to become everything you say you hate.

when you're out of sight you'll be out of mind. just like you told me.

so after all this time, what can you say for yourself? you fell so far, and for what?

you took more than time. you know damn well i wasn't ready for this.

the ties that bind can gag and i'm bound by insignificance.

set yourself on fire if you can't feel this burn.

let my roots be my guide and my heart as my eyes.

there's not enough apathy in my soul. my heart refuses to grow cold.

just remember- you could fake this feeling forever.

nothing is sacred where hearts aren't beating. where's your spine?

if my dreams must die let them die in me, for the sake of understanding what i cannot see.

for what i'll never say and what i'll never be this was never for you it was always for me.

you'll never see. we're just flesh, after all.

ive built walls around me. ive surrounded myself with everything that got me here.

but i'm tired of apologizing and i'm tired of running from the things i can't hide from.

"burn a bridge or be left behind. spread your wings and be proud of who you are", and i've burned bigger bridges than you.

i know you've been waiting for the right chance to stick this knife in my back.

this is the last time you will make me painfully aware of how humiliated these open arms i've held for you have made me.

this chance is mine. ive left you behind.

we found it safer inside the lines. and noone listens. noone cares.

please don't make this harder than it already has to be. let's just turn our backs on ourselves and the things that we've made.

and no, i've never seen myself like this before. and maybe it scares me too-to know that different things take different times to fall apart, but they always do.

i made a promise to myself that i will never miss you. i know why i left and i'm never coming back.

but i'll never say "i'm sorry", for knowing when i've been true.

so say it like you mean it so i can forget that love isn't alive here and buried in my chest.

i guess i never told you: i was never one to go backwards, and your words were just words.

forget this sense of urgency so i can sleep. its just a matter of time so dont hold on.

i guess i never told you how much i can to with my hands tied behind my back, just enough to hold my tongue to know how much it hurts.

you said it yourself- "i wouldn't miss me either". so i don't feel a thing when i tell you it's over. it's over.

this is the part where we say goodbye and walk away. this is the part where we say goodbye.
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