Bottled up emotions
ready to pour out
I would tell anyone my story
if they would just hear me out.
I was happy once,
those days are over now.
So now I have to
crack open a jar of
artificial happiness.
It's not the best remedy
but it'll have to do
I'm not cutting anymore
just because we're through.
Just because she hurt me
doesn't mean I'll do it too.
I don't love you anymore.
I'm over you.
That's what I tell myself
every night.
And every night I know
that I'm lying to myself
just so I don't go insane
and try to kill your new guy,
my friend, my buddy,
he has betrayed me.
And you in turn will betray him
just as you did to me
and when he comes crying to me
I will embrace him and tell him
I told you so.
But if you two happen to work out
there will be a fight coming his way.
Not to prove any point,
just to relieve some stress and hatred.
I have now found someone new
and she seems to be very true.
However, I don't think we'll work out
if we are on seperate poles of the Earth.
This is what I think about
when I'm lying in bed
my headphones in my ears
blasting my favorite playlist
its called my downer playlist.
Music is my life
and it affects me in different ways
this playlist consists of music
that is extremely amazing
but yet extremely sad.
Most of my night is spent
wide awake in misery
and also deep in thought.
In the day is worst of all
I see her 5 days out of 7
and everytime I do it fills me with
burning hatred, sadness, and love
but the smallest hint of love
for you can see I cannot love her any longer
because doing so would be futile
we are over forever
and there's nothing I can do
