Well now,
Picture perfect for all to see,
I am paranoid,
Afraid that you didn't really love me.
What am I,
To make you take on the challenge of me?
What right did I have,
To make you bleed.
I loved you,
Hard and fast
I hurt you,
Like a fist full of broken glass.
When I promised,
The walls would lie.
When I hear your voice,
When I see your face,
Empty promises,
That I can't erase.
Did you notice,
As I slipped away?
I wanted your hand,
But I was swept,
Away.
And now I'm,
Failing,
Flailing,
Rejected and
Alone.
Where did I go wrong?
To write this song,
It took me only a quarter of your heart.
I guess I'll hold onto it some more,
The notes are written,
Still waiting to be sent,
I still have that present,
And I still mean it.
I just wish I could say those words....
But I can't,
And you know that.
I'm a liar, to those star spilled skies,
And I still mention you,
As well as dream of you.
But it's a shot of cyanide,
With thoughts to which I won't abide,
I'll sooner cut my life,
Than put you to my knife.
Again.
I'm insensitive,
I hope you read this,
And make fun of me,
Just like you used to do.
I'm a nerd and,
I'll admit it.
I like WoW and Text based MMORPGS
But I just feel like I'm too labeled.
And now I feel like I've disabled,
You,
And like I told you,
I will still love you,
But I couldn't if,
You didn't have your voice.
To know I'd take it,
And be there to break it,
As a last resort to keep me by your side.
I will love you,
If you want to,
I promise to put down all the knives,
But you gotta know this,
I know I broke this,
And I'd do anything to set things upright.
I didn't leave you,
Because of who you are,
That didn't make me love you,
Any less.
I left,
Because if I didn't.
I'd hurt you worse in the long run,
From that point.
And once you were gone,
Then that problem stopped,
It was like,
Magic after dark.
I made them go away,
So I could think straight,
But I have waited far too long.
So now I wrote you,
But to tell you
This is a long walk in the dark.
I'm still waiting,
Conscience's pacing.
Bring me your judgment,
And tear out my heart.
But it's a shot of cyanide,
With thoughts to which I won't abide,
I'll sooner cut my life,
Than put you to my knife.
Again.
Well now,
Picture perfect for all to see,
I am paranoid,
Afraid that you didn't really love me.
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