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I have nightmares about this
I can’t keep myself awake
Mistakes I make
It’s just a business
No forgiveness
Humble yourself at my request
So my nightmare comes, more at best
I apologize for my ignorance
But this is an original experience
I want one dream, love and affection
But it won’t stop, it needs to happen
Is this hell? Or purgatory
Maybe next time, what’s your story?
If you have other options
Is that love?

If you’re blinded from the curtains

Is that person worth it?

If you ever feel down

Can you climb back up?

Do you hear her voice, or hear your own sound?

Or are you going to proceed

Living in your dreams

Visions blinded you
I don’t know how else to tell you,
But you’re becoming someone else
You’re a broken heart, go get help.
When we go our separate ways, I’ll still remember your presence. Keep in touch with me with all your needs and wishes. I’ll still pull through for the promises we kept. Just give me the opportunity to love you with distance, so we can all have better days, wish each other peace when all of this ends. Tomorrow is a new beginning, so let’s have a silent song. If it matters at all, I still love you.
I live life, carrying it like a backpack no time for crying, there is no going back.

Love is just consequences, full of unwanted questions.
Help me with my decisions, before I listen to suggestions
no heart meets your standard definition.

It’s hard to make choices  when two stories surface,

we
already known the answer, but it’s stuck in our mind forever.


I beg you just one time keep my secret under
actually never mind
the allegations have been answered.
Al green and I have the same questions
How can you mend a broken heart without facing addictions
How do you move on from a situation
When she gave you the world, but her eyes made you mistaken
It’s how life is, it’s mandatory
But it’s a fable, love has no story
Ending it, believing it, keeps me away from cutting
Did you confuse lust with love? Maybe you do deserve it
Listen to her music, it’s going to be ok, but once you take the headphones out, it’s back to feeling pain, I’m insane, I hear her name, todays not the day
It’s time I hide away
Sometimes I wish I was attractive
Others think it’s happy little accidents
Most of them have no accountability
Their actions come from no loyalty
Leave me in the dust for more of your cruelty
And blind the others with your fake imagery
Imagining is not reality
We’re just victims to your following
If you had the choice, would you take it?
Or leave it at dawn, for others to believe it.

— The End —