Post by xunpredictablel on Jun 5, 2010 17:55:57 GMT -5
|title| fuck titles .
|rating| pg13.
dear you,
maybe i'm a little bit bitter
maybe a little bit sad
but i'll never forgive you
for the times we had.
i'm sick of all your pleasant
sayings of a word
cause you're so okay
and i'm so torn.
i'm a little bit scared
and i'm a little bit mad
i'm so sick of the ways i asked you
to have everything i had.
i hate myself for giving
everything to you
cause when it came down to it
it was everything you threw
down on the ground, stomped,
spit.
so wretchedly you called me
a stupid little wench
a play toy for the famous
the rich and all the wealth
of knowledge could never
save me.
i had so much faith in you
the ways you would hold me
even while we were fucking.
i had so much faith in the way
you made me feel,
the way i could convince myself
to be your turning wheel
to wipe off all the dirt
and grime
after every day with you -
cause you never seemed quite clean.
and now i never feel clean.
maybe i'm a bit impulsive
cause i don't wanna think about you.
maybe all i want are cigarettes
perhaps a reminder of you?
or maybe i just die for a buzz
to reach into my soul and tear
out any meaning.
and i want all this damn
long hair to be gone.
tomorrow, tomorrow is a new day
to recreate myself into something you
could never love -
create my own secret frankenstein
so i can't recognize who i was
when i was with you.
and it won't be quite wretched
and at least i'll know who i am anymore.
i'm not at all scared to change
cause your stupid words make me squirm.
i'm not at all scared to spurn
the damned creature i became with you.
i don't need this thing called love.
cause it's a torturous land you live in when
you hold her and kiss her.
cause no love is perfect.
and no love is safe.
except for love of yourself -
but even that seems impossible .
i never want to hear your silly promises again
cause they're whispered and implied
every time you say my name.
|rating| pg13.
dear you,
maybe i'm a little bit bitter
maybe a little bit sad
but i'll never forgive you
for the times we had.
i'm sick of all your pleasant
sayings of a word
cause you're so okay
and i'm so torn.
i'm a little bit scared
and i'm a little bit mad
i'm so sick of the ways i asked you
to have everything i had.
i hate myself for giving
everything to you
cause when it came down to it
it was everything you threw
down on the ground, stomped,
spit.
so wretchedly you called me
a stupid little wench
a play toy for the famous
the rich and all the wealth
of knowledge could never
save me.
i had so much faith in you
the ways you would hold me
even while we were fucking.
i had so much faith in the way
you made me feel,
the way i could convince myself
to be your turning wheel
to wipe off all the dirt
and grime
after every day with you -
cause you never seemed quite clean.
and now i never feel clean.
maybe i'm a bit impulsive
cause i don't wanna think about you.
maybe all i want are cigarettes
perhaps a reminder of you?
or maybe i just die for a buzz
to reach into my soul and tear
out any meaning.
and i want all this damn
long hair to be gone.
tomorrow, tomorrow is a new day
to recreate myself into something you
could never love -
create my own secret frankenstein
so i can't recognize who i was
when i was with you.
and it won't be quite wretched
and at least i'll know who i am anymore.
i'm not at all scared to change
cause your stupid words make me squirm.
i'm not at all scared to spurn
the damned creature i became with you.
i don't need this thing called love.
cause it's a torturous land you live in when
you hold her and kiss her.
cause no love is perfect.
and no love is safe.
except for love of yourself -
but even that seems impossible .
i never want to hear your silly promises again
cause they're whispered and implied
every time you say my name.