And what's the point? I'm sure you're with another boy, I know I've had my share of toys, but it's not the same without her voice, and oh god how she moans, I swear to god it haunts my own throat.
There's a lump in my throat that won't ever leave.
It kinda seems to me, like I need to reinforce some things. One of them is me, so fix in form of dreams. But if dreams are where I'm dying, Then where's the fun in that? So much left to wonder, I thought we made a pact, Not to give up on her; And then never to look back?
I just needed a moment to catch my breath, To remember the love that I had left. But now that love has gone and left me, So my world constricts, I can not breathe. Or perhaps that's the noose around this neck. Ready to hang for all the perfect I had wrecked.
What if I disappeared tonight? What If I quite simply died? No more worries... And no more lies.. No more truth with nothing to hide. Pain all fades, cares go away, and now I lie down to forever lay.