sometimes i think about our friendship.
there's nothing worth salvaging,
i just remember
when we hated ourselves with a passion
that belonged to an empty past
we found ways of lighting matches
and setting flames to things
that we never even knew existed
and then the king of marionettes
tied strings to all his enemies
and the ones he should have trusted most
were considered unpredictable because
he did not control them
and so he hated us all
and i cried because i think
i may miss who we used to be
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
sometimes i think about our friendship.
there's nothing worth salvaging,
i just remember
when we hated ourselves with a passion
that belonged to an empty past
we found ways of lighting matches
and setting flames to things
that we never even knew existed
and then the king of marionettes
tied strings to all his enemies
and the ones he should have trusted most
were considered unpredictable because
he did not control them
and so he hated us all
and i cried because i think
i may miss who we used to be
it suckss :< im just depressed
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