I feel better out of love.
Clingy as I am,
It's something I never made use of.
Love drags us down,
Paranoids us,
Like a loner in a ghost town.
Yes, it makes my legs shake,
As if I were standing on low
Ground during an Earthquake.
Perfection at my finger tips,
They always leave,
And I just bite my lips.
"It is better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all,"
They say, eyes glossed.
That would be true if you were gone,
But my mind,
lost in its own way, can't move on.
To be in love
With a figment
Is something I cant get rid of.
This is why I feel better out of love,
Clingy as I am,
It's something I never made use of.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
I feel better out of love.
Clingy as I am,
It's something I never made use of.
Love drags us down,
Paranoids us,
Like a loner in a ghost town.
Yes, it makes my legs shake,
As if I were standing on low
Ground during an Earthquake.
Perfection at my finger tips,
They always leave,
And I just bite my lips.
"It is better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all,"
They say, eyes glossed.
That would be true if you were gone,
But my mind,
lost in its own way, can't move on.
To be in love
With a figment
Is something I cant get rid of.
This is why I feel better out of love,
Clingy as I am,
It's something I never made use of.
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