theres no such thing as being too far away
at least not in my book;
turn a blind eye to your feelings
and paint on a smile
because the world's a ****** place and there ain't nothing anyone can do about it.
I could run a hundred miles but I can never get far enough
you're still here, there, everywhere.
I'm out of breath by the time I see your face and I don't know if I should punch you or kiss you..
See, its that distance I crave
that dissociation from everyone
I want to wake up one day and not have to see your insufferable  face Imprinted in my mind.
I'm sorry I'm not sorry, but I think instead of an apology I'll stick with the *******'s
and go to hell's.
don't get attached to me not now not ever
And save your I love you's for somebody that needs them
Because you're going to wake up one day and ill be gone, or as some may call it.

**Free.

you aren't who i thought you were
and maybe that's what hurts the most.
vous êtes un ami de merde
(it means you're a ****** friend in French)
and i want you to know that
and so what if someday you're famous
so what if you dance
because in the end?
who's going to be there..?
not the girl you gossiped with between classes, not the boy you flirted with and are dating for the next week..
please tell me
what happens when your bones grow too old to dance?
who will be there to love you when your body doesn't move like it use too?
who's going to care?

So dear ****** friend, I want you to know one thing
instead of sticking around and just letting you hurt me again
I'm moving on
and if we meet again  
excuse my French
but
please remember

mal être mieux la prochaine fois autour de.



(I'll be better the next time around)

you are just an echo of what i once dreamed
and i am merely a girl trying to stand on her own two legs.

we are the uprooted flowers
the ones
left nameless

torn out by toddlers hands
to churn the dirt
and make mud pies..

and after the fun is done and the sun has set
we are
strewn across
the walkway
as if we never mattered to each other...

you were a moth with singed wings
flicking too and fro above a dying fire
and red cigarette embers shined through the night brighter then stars
as you flew into the one thing that could **** you
the one thing you found so imposible to leave.

your wings were tattered blankets
that you wanted me to take shelter in
but i would rather be colder then smolder in a broken hearted love..
a love dependent on our hearts being just as black as our lungs