certain things are bittersweet and lost. others will always be there.

different people for the you's. same for the me's.

_______________________________

1. you
you fuck it up.
you are nothing more than my past
you keep ignoring me.
and eye for an eye
a tooth for a tooth

1. me
i dont know why i dont give up

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2. you
you believe every word

2. me
i lied

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3. you
you said i understand

3. me
dont pin all your hopes on me please
i will somehow let you down
i always do

3. you
dependent/independable

3. me
i need your thoughts more than a person needs food

3. you
thank you

3. me
insecure

3. you
everything

i know what you tried to do

i unfriended you. ive seen that picture, stupid.
i have very good memory.

dont worry i dont shit talk you.
i have better things to do with my time actually.

unlike (all) you

im

a girl.
dont call me dude.
end of.

'evrything that you know could fit into a small cardboard box'

dont limit yourself. learn stuff

if you arent rich

then im not paying for you. or letting you in.

"so and so reminds me of you"

"how're you?"
"so-so"

you know when we try and talk again, trying to forget all of what youve done to me?
its like watching WWE after you found out its not real
its only half as fun

i love to see you struggle with words and the things that me/us/we/others have told you. i love you struggling, it gives me a sense of pride because i know im better than you.

i wish boasting wouldnt come off so bad.
i wish that i didnt care about you
i wish i didnt try so hard

sometimes i wish i was invisible as you make me feel.

sometimes i am

you're so vain

i bet you think this song is about you




it isnt, its about everythng you do, say and think wrong

relax relapse

why should i care if she goes around looking like a two pence whore?
but i do. i cant let go of what a mess she is making herself into.

she deserves it, but i feel guilty. for no reason. if she does this to herself, make her seem a whore. where tiny skirts and look oh-so pretentious, its definitely not my fault. because i am the opposite of that.
she's more of a trainwreck than a mess

she was like a sister, now she's more of a saint.
a saint for everything i disbelieve, hate and makes you look desperate in.

who got you the handbook on how to be a slut, for Christmas?
was it the girl who is even more disbelievable and has a combover?
wrongwrongwrong

you're actually not a trainwreck. you dont have enough style to be a trainwrck

would you

stick around and see how it ends?
Im not sure i want you to
I wouldnt
you shouldnt

i feel sick to the bone and it isnt boding well with my ego
i read back and see nothing but disappointment

a place is hurting which shouldnt be, you guess.




my teeth hurt with antisipation