my obsession with life, my lucid affair with love
caught between dreams and reality
As the harshness of a lonely life set in, the smell of lilac and fresh cut grass, Home
Wading through puddles of mud and motor oil
the sound of my own childish voice,
Please, please don't cry
It's all alright.
We're standing here, and I can't be a part of this anymore.
I want out.
I want to feel whole again, and it's not worth it
Life is so beautiful and so tragic
how even the strongest fall.
That which we are, we are
How hard it was to believe, how far gone you were
how I can't stand seeing that in my mirror
a drunken loneliness that won't subside
No more, no more.
I won't be a part of you anymore, and I won't let you
be a part of me; my heart is nothing left for taking
and my soul has nothing left
I never had to ask anyone. I just knew
and that decision is as easy as this one
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