Don't *******                                I didn't                           Not wanting
look at                                            realize it                         to let
me.                                                 was you                          you control
                                                        t­ill I                                 my emotions
It's been                                         passed your                   anymore.
five months                                   rolled down
since you've                                  window.                  ­       Only I
broken me                                                               ­               can control
once again.                                    And you                         my emtions
                                                        a­lready knew
Five months                                  it was                               incompetent *******
since I've                                        me                   ­                 like you
seen your                                                             ­                   don't,
lying face.                                     staring me                        not anymore.
                                                       directly in
I thought                                       the face.
it was
going so                                         That's when
well                                                 anxiety  crept
                                                  ­       up on
but you                                           me once
ruined my                                      again
streak
            ­                                              oh but
five months                                     don't forget
down the                                         the anger
drain.                                               and sadness
                                                         that followed.
I saw                                              
you at                                              I wanted
the place                                         to scream,
where i                                            but I
least expected.                               held it
                                                         all back.

I'm so ******* sorry
After 3 months I could not take it anymore
I failed you
I lost the fight
There is blood on my thigh
I just wanted to be better so bad
Please anybody
Help me
And if you can
Forgive me
I'm so ******* sorry

though he stares into my eyes
never he finds everything
he's looking for
in me

I wish he does
I wish he does

she walks hand in hand with the thing that will eventually **** her
she blows soft kisses in the wind
empty I love you's

the thing says
"I know you can't live without me"
and disappears

The girl screams silently
cries
dies

The thing comes back
to her funeral
and says
"I knew you couldn't live without me"

There are two types of people.

You pointed the head of the gun as close as possible towards his forehead,
He shivered to the coldness of the steel. 

The first type,
You would love him so much,
You couldn't pull the trigger.
You couldn't imagine living in a world,
Taking his breath as yours is impossible. 

Click.

Well, the second type,
You couldn't pull the trigger not because you love him truly,
Quite the opposite,
You don't love him as much. 
You are hit by the jealousy,
He gets to leave for home first. 
The moment you pull the trigger, 
Would be the moment you have given your whole heart and soul to him.

Bang.

Take care of my heart and soul.

Gather 'round, gather around.
The music plays as we stare at the magician. All cloaked in red, in honor of their traditions.

Styled by the mortician, we're all gathered around because of her magic tricks.

She can make herself disappear.

So step right up...step right up. Take a look and take a seat. The crowd whispers and whimpers and we're broken by the sound of her mother's weep.

And at exactly one o'clock she'll make herself ashes...by kicking the chair from underneath her feet.

Voilà
...Houdini.