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[Aug. 13th, 2008|11:52 pm] |
backseats on the drives home
jokes we laughed at, dreams we shared, closer than ever
i felt like no more would i be alone
months slipped by and days drifted
from all those good times
i grew distant and you grew apathetic
your flaws abuse me and your apathy consumes me
you showed me care and i shoved it away
and i sit here five past midnight ashamed of the days gone by where few words have been passed between us
"you're always paranoid"
i'm afraid.. i'm afraid of being alone
you know that
i'm alone now more than ever
i'm not going to choke back what i really mean.
and to be honest i'm not even sure if half of the things i say make sense to you
i've never been one with much sense
most of what is sparking throughout my mind is purely triggered by impulse
i think things require much thought before being considered sensible
and as i say that i begin to think of all of the topics that have brought me to endless thoughts, and hopeless nightmares.
i don't think a waking nightmare is something that is sensible
am i senseless?
mystery to my mind is the same feeling as when you've got talent but no inspiration |
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[Aug. 6th, 2008|09:57 pm] |
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its crazy that we once "knew each other" |
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