#**The song I played for you on the phone,
The jokes you had me on,
It’s things like that,
Making me feel so alone,
Had to leave so many houses,
Just to find out, non could be a home
It’s things like that,
Vanishing me when I wasn’t even gone,
Standing by the window in the dark,
Wondering where I lost my spark,
It’s things like that,
Always bleeding, leaving a heavy mark,
I want to sleep, but oh I can’t,
I need to, but I don’t feel a thing,
It’s things like that,
Freezing me inside and out,
There’s so much to weep over,
But the tears seem stagnant,
It’s things like that,
Leaving me —insignificant remnant
If I ever had one, that soul’s dead,
Brutally murdered, not once,
Sometimes with words,
Other times —silence**#
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC
#**The song I played for you on the phone,
The jokes you had me on,
It’s things like that,
Making me feel so alone,
Had to leave so many houses,
Just to find out, non could be a home
It’s things like that,
Vanishing me when I wasn’t even gone,
Standing by the window in the dark,
Wondering where I lost my spark,
It’s things like that,
Always bleeding, leaving a heavy mark,
I want to sleep, but oh I can’t,
I need to, but I don’t feel a thing,
It’s things like that,
Freezing me inside and out,
There’s so much to weep over,
But the tears seem stagnant,
It’s things like that,
Leaving me —insignificant remnant
If I ever had one, that soul’s dead,
Brutally murdered, not once,
Sometimes with words,
Other times —silence**#
