Day old hate, all the pain that's locked away I can't help but not escape. Miserably I stay, with or without you.

I know what song I want to listen to, it's about me and you, it's about falling through.

It's a **** shame, how that happened, and how it is, was it magic? Or was it ****?

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.

I never want to not feel this...

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?