im tired of being alone.

its what we do

just like the one before me

and we wait with the burder upon our chest

as soon as your stepped through my door, i saw you for the first time all over again.....

bye bye
beautiful

a face ill never see

just the thought

what if i was wrong

eyes blinded to only

regret dies inside

it was me

and i knew it all along

to this i lie and beg goodnight

im afraid, not sure
that i......

this has, gotten worse
than i.....

never so sure was the boy who didnt talk

you left to the words of another voice and knew

its the last that ever stayed

fuck you, and the call never came

just fake the smile i never brought to you

and again another sleepless night.

im getting a feeling
that you actually happier without me

O god

.....what have i done

i dont want to see you again...

i think it would hurt too much

fuck

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