Wednesday, 13 July 2011

So let's end these conversations and I'll give you your congratulations. You've left me bare and burned out, with a broken heart and mind. I heard it heals all the time. So go on, walk right past me, I'm used to it.

I'll wear your memory like a stain...

...Can't erase or numb the pain.

Think of the happiest things. It's the same as having wings.

I keep reaching for something that's already gone.

...and suddenly I'm hating myself for everything I ever felt for you.
So you're gone and I'm haunted and I bet you are just fine. Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?

It's still there, you know? I can be totally happy and still have that part of my mind wondering how much better it would be if you were here. I don't think that's ever really going to change.

I'll never give up on someone who's worth fighting for. But I just dont know if you're that person anymore.

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

I don't know what it is, I just cry sometimes. Maybe I'm too oblivious to the things going on around me, that I don't realize that I'm hurting as much as I am. So when the tears stream down my face and I don't have anything to say, don't ask me why I'm crying, because I simply don't know. Just hold me. I just want to be held.
I’m miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground and I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms.

In a dream you appeared, for a while you were here. So I keep sleeping just to keep you with me. I'll draw a map, connect the dots with all the memories that I've got. What I'm missing I'll keep re-living.
Overthinking ruins you. Ruins the situation, turns things around, makes you worry, and just makes things worse than they actually are.

Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you cant breathe without them.

...and we all turn out fine. one way or another.

Sometimes, I just prefer to feel nothing. It’s better, it’s easier.

It's just that nothing's simple. I'm always trying to work it out. Who to hate, or love...who to trust. It's like the more I know, the more confused I get.