It's getting kinda old,
You know..??
I'm drained and tired,
Worned out by your fights.
Our fights.
Your words always accepted,
While I bury mine unspoken.
The one sided fight,
Where the opponent is silent.
No,
This isn't fair.
But fair doesn't exist.
Fair is a word that is created in fantasies,
Fair is a word spoken only in fairy tales.
I want this to stop.
We want this to stop.
Wait, don't you.....?
You don't speak the words,
But your actions strongly differ.
With every moment we spend together,
You explain to me the answer.
Why,
Why you treat me different now.
When nothing has really changed.
Your abhorring stares and frowns of detestation.
You tell me,
I don't belong here,
I took away your freedom.
I deserve to die.
You want me dead.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
It's getting kinda old,
You know..??
I'm drained and tired,
Worned out by your fights.
Our fights.
Your words always accepted,
While I bury mine unspoken.
The one sided fight,
Where the opponent is silent.
No,
This isn't fair.
But fair doesn't exist.
Fair is a word that is created in fantasies,
Fair is a word spoken only in fairy tales.
I want this to stop.
We want this to stop.
Wait, don't you.....?
You don't speak the words,
But your actions strongly differ.
With every moment we spend together,
You explain to me the answer.
Why,
Why you treat me different now.
When nothing has really changed.
Your abhorring stares and frowns of detestation.
You tell me,
I don't belong here,
I took away your freedom.
I deserve to die.
You want me dead.
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