All this emptiness I feel,
I'm just trying to reciprocate it on the outside,
I wanna show you its real.
I just want to waste away,
Its becoming too hard to face every new day,
But there are no more words left to say,
None that I know of that would help me beg you to stay,
I'm here at the end of my rope,
You caused so much fray,
With all those games with my heart you played,
Never did you think I would no longer be okay,
For mercy, for solace; I most constantly pray.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
All this emptiness I feel,
I'm just trying to reciprocate it on the outside,
I wanna show you its real.
I just want to waste away,
Its becoming too hard to face every new day,
But there are no more words left to say,
None that I know of that would help me beg you to stay,
I'm here at the end of my rope,
You caused so much fray,
With all those games with my heart you played,
Never did you think I would no longer be okay,
For mercy, for solace; I most constantly pray.
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