You see I've never been good at this whole love thing.
Not to you
Nor to me.
Love is but a torturers way of tearing you apart.
I will never say those words,
I will never feel their meanings.
I will build these walls up around my heart
In order for mw not to feel
In order for me to forget.
I'm nothing more than a failure in the love department.
I can't love my family,
I can't love my friends.
You see to me love is a shout into the black abyss...
So dark and unbecoming
Is a four letter word really worth all the pain?
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
You see I've never been good at this whole love thing.
Not to you
Nor to me.
Love is but a torturers way of tearing you apart.
I will never say those words,
I will never feel their meanings.
I will build these walls up around my heart
In order for mw not to feel
In order for me to forget.
I'm nothing more than a failure in the love department.
I can't love my family,
I can't love my friends.
You see to me love is a shout into the black abyss...
So dark and unbecoming
Is a four letter word really worth all the pain?
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