I can be an idiot,
Quick with emotion letting it trickle out of my mouth before i can think of how it might make you feel
Tonight I don't feel much and I don't know how to tell you it's not your fault
I think a lot and my chest has been hurting and sometimes I can't help but think you might be better off

Strange
How little changes
Can bring about
A great divide

Once
Our humor was in sync
Now
Sometimes
I don't recognize you at all

I know we grow
and change
But...
I never thought
I would find
Your humor so repulsive

Funny
Queer even
How little changes
Can bring about
A great divide

As I ponder
This chasm
That has opened
Between us
I feel my heart
cracking
Well, maybe just a little

what is love
to someone without
a heart.

i swear to god,
every bit of my body
is crying
besides my eyes.

i think people die because they're all used up. whether they're 18 or 80, something inside them has run out of fuel. something inside them wants to be loved, or idolized, or immortalized or whatever they're after and they've run out of whatever makes it happen. so they die or they **** themselves and they fulfill their greatest desire; to be lost, to be mourned, and to escape the void they've been digging themselves out of their entire lives. six feet under.