I was never ready for you life, you prowled and crawled and attacked head-on
I've never adjusted to your type of war, a constant sort of pressure, and a eye for distress.

One day I won't give up and I'll remember how to stand again.

I miss this thing, I feel full of words lately, but it seems like the whole thing is put together much worse then the old days, I don't know if there is any reason to carry on.

You can do better,
Better then that you're a fraud
thank god and learn to keep your shirt on

I'm at a path of apathy ha

Pathologically passing pathways of passive persuasion.

Me.
Professionally Pathetic

It's my own fault and no one else will suffer for it. I absolutely cannot seem to back myself into a corner. I am a coward prone to quitting, I just make sure never to begin.

I only get what I deserve.

Remember when all the words I said meant more then they meant?

When everytime I closed my eyes I thought I was avoiding regret?

I've watched so many goddamn doors open and then watched them slowly creak shut.

I'm starting to wonder if I have a problem, I'm the one who needs to be cut.

Am I? Are You? Not a one matters, because I'll just play

I wish you would of called on my birthday

Remember when I trusted you more then anyone else I knew, remember scratching biting fight so tempered so fucking true, I could recall asking how to walk on proper, I remember photographs taken simple and smiling, dirty nails and stupid grins and storybook stereotypes, I remember asking you if there was any light ( Read more... )

You asked me if I was moving forward, so I told you to take a step back, you asked me what it's like to be a martyr, and I threatened to break your neck. You laughed that little laugh of course you know me so fucking well. Carried on in that silly way you do, you said "Give it up, there are no more sad songs left to seize". Scowling I whispered "I' ( Read more... )

when I closed these chapters untold a tale that sings songs of a life daring to be stolen pieces of my heart wondering when I closed these chapters untold a tale that sings songs of a life daring to be stolen pieces of my heart wondering when. When I closed these chapters untold. Untold a tale that sings songs of a life daring to be stole. Stolen ( Read more... )