It's such a shame
and such a pain
that all you do is complain.
What's to gain?
Is it a game?
How you drive me insane?
What's going on inside that brain?
I'm thinking of a million names
to call you.
All you do is whine
and waste away my time.
Life isn't all that bad
Why let everything get you so sad?
I tried
to help you once
you said you needed "space."
But when things go wrong,
I'm the first to be blamed.
Keep mope-ing about your day.
Keep pushing me  further away.
The smallest things goes ******
you throw a fit
turn to me to start to *****.
Well,
THAT'S ENOUGH
You're dismissed.
I can't take anymore of this ****.
Tired of your "woe-is me's"
Tired of your constant self-pitying.
Act like you're in such misery.
You're no longer fooling me.
Leave me be.
Forget about my house key.
This "relationship",
I'm leaving.
What we had,
lost its' meaning.
Keep feigning you're depressed.
Find a new girl to make a mess.
She won't be there for long.
Just like me,
She'll soon be gone.
When are you going to realize
that all your lies
and theatrical sighs
are letting the "good things" walk right out of your life.

I really did try.
I tried.
I tried.

**and tried.

Thought First.
Write Tall & Learn her
Ripe World at last.
Read Planted Ideas & Teach Large Pictures.
Make Us Bread

She was above nasty gossip
and
He was a violent perfection
from rubber 24 hours

Because
His 24 hours was a
                                        violent
                ­                                        crazy
                   ­                                                  hate

He thinks stress has trans-fats

and

She has fear at all-nighters
because there's no such thing as
silly all-nighters
far from boredom and regrets

She wants to ban
her fear of boys being players with cement hearts
and
He wants to ban
pretty over-the-top perfection

The both fear
the regrets and pretty lies of love

But
He is pudding
when he's around her
and
She feels like he has a suit of
fresh cement lines

Because she's fallen and is now stuck

They get
jitters next to nerves
around each other

Sick of bad karma
on a birthday
on my birthday

She has 3x fresher ringtones
He thinks the sentence
"that smelly belly"
is funny
I love cheese

We are (nothing but)                                        
Rubber lines                                                   r     o            
like the ugly lies that were always  a      us      u
                                        ­                                    d         n

Ban Insecurity.

We practiced
We tried to make it work
But it wasn't even close
                                                 to perfect
Hope Hurts

Can you walk anymore in a straight line?
                                  c      o                 ­ d
Because I walk      r          o                    with you on my mind.
                                                    k  e