How can I express what doesn’t exist?
Been hiding feelings since I was a kid.
Dali hit the nail on the head when he implied memories persist.
Though, it’s hard to say that there aren’t people that I miss.
But in specific, I yearn for your immortal eyes.
The ones that shine bright at day but deep at night.
My diary and brain are the only two who know.
Because I didn’t want to let a glimpse show.
Conned myself into feeling nothing for you.
My aching heart grew black and blue.
Where my feelings for you laid now is an empty room
With paint chips, holes in the wall, and a dusty broom.
And I’ve been hiding my feelings since I was a kid.
Unsure of what even truly exists
Or rather, what I forcefully removed
It’s like I lost my natural groove
Just as I thought I’ve finally found it
Now I’m making wishes at a wishing fountain
And I’ve followed all the rules of moving on
I’ve listened to every break up song so this shouldn’t be too long
Now that you don’t exist
Youre something that can’t be missed
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
How can I express what doesn’t exist?
Been hiding feelings since I was a kid.
Dali hit the nail on the head when he implied memories persist.
Though, it’s hard to say that there aren’t people that I miss.
But in specific, I yearn for your immortal eyes.
The ones that shine bright at day but deep at night.
My diary and brain are the only two who know.
Because I didn’t want to let a glimpse show.
Conned myself into feeling nothing for you.
My aching heart grew black and blue.
Where my feelings for you laid now is an empty room
With paint chips, holes in the wall, and a dusty broom.
And I’ve been hiding my feelings since I was a kid.
Unsure of what even truly exists
Or rather, what I forcefully removed
It’s like I lost my natural groove
Just as I thought I’ve finally found it
Now I’m making wishes at a wishing fountain
And I’ve followed all the rules of moving on
I’ve listened to every break up song so this shouldn’t be too long
Now that you don’t exist
Youre something that can’t be missed
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