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Oct 2012
Get over it.
You are.
And that’s just too bad isn’t it?
Good for you, you, you.
Just can’t wait to see what’s next.
Just can’t wait to see what matters to you more.
You going to keep getting upset?
Because I’m going to keep getting irritated.
And consuming all that makes me forget that you’re unhappy.
Don’t care.
At least I won’t if I keep telling myself that I won’t.
I don’t care if it takes forever.
And it doesn’t matter how much I don’t understand at the moment.
Because I understand it now.
And it doesn’t matter how much you love the lyrics or the fact that they are lyrics in themselves. They mean something concerning the moment.
And you said you’re faking until the morning.
And the music cannot be loud enough.
Nothing drowns out the fact that I know the truth.
The neighbors do too, and that is why I won’t turn down the music.
But I could go all night, I’ve done it before,
When someone else has failed me, because guess what? Everyone does. I can have a relationship and believe in it or I can have something I fake, but whatever I have is opposite of whatever the victim feels.
So tell me what you think you feel and I’ll tell you that on principle alone that you are wrong and indifferent.
***** to be you.
But I can sit here all day and keep going.
Because it has been so wrong,
And without metaphors everything is said instead of implied.
And I am tired of lying anymore.
Guess I don’t believe in what is going on anymore.
Let’s get hypothetical,
Then nothing seems as serious,
And I can lie about it in the morning, just as you do.
Maybe I imagine everything that goes on and I have no idea.
Maybe you’re an idea, and you don’t really exist.
I think I don’t really care.
I’ll wake up and spend my life pretending,
And it will feel great,
Because since you think that I am just a mess,
I can show you what I am really hiding by not actually showing you in any symbolic or secretive way.
It’s too bad you act like you care,
Because in turn you will act hurt.
But thankfully I’ll know different.
And feel no regret when I’m done with this.
Hannuh Jacey
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Hannuh Jacey  26/F/Phoenix
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