the countless back seats hold nothing true
i know this already. so why wont I
stop?
you can say you taught me well.
late night screaming intermingles with love
cant really figure out if it was the
jealousy or the fear that maybe
ill turn out different.
haha, love.
just giving and giving till im empty.
yeah that seems to be the lesson
i was taught.
they say the pain fades away in the end
and ill pretend like it didnt phase me
theyll never know im empty
and i wish i could say the countless times
i wake up in the morning in ones arms
fixes everything
but it most certaintly doesnt.
ill never know honestly.
with the way i keep giving
and the way they keep taking
ill never actually try to figure this all out.
i was never into that kinda thing anyways.
im never going to get in over my head
ive known for quite some time that a
fairytale doesnt exist.
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