It's like your dead, and I dread each day that I get trapped inside my head.
I want so badly to speak to you sadly, to share all these feels, there is a missing part of me that your supposed to fill.
This is requiring a self-control that is tempering my soul...
and I got so many questions but too afraid to go on the quests that gets them
like,
will the love prevail even after we failed? will I see you again and then we get to try again to win? Or is this it? This is the end? but what comes after the end except to begin...but what am I beginning?A new life without you doesn't feel like winning.
I've been quenched,my hearts been hardened and now I am numb.
I've been heated,my mind has meltedand now I am dumb.
I've been cooled,my spirit is tougher,but it is hard not to succumb...
This experiance of gaining self-control is painfully tempering my soul.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
It's like your dead, and I dread each day that I get trapped inside my head.
I want so badly to speak to you sadly, to share all these feels, there is a missing part of me that your supposed to fill.
This is requiring a self-control that is tempering my soul...
and I got so many questions but too afraid to go on the quests that gets them
like,
will the love prevail even after we failed? will I see you again and then we get to try again to win? Or is this it? This is the end? but what comes after the end except to begin...but what am I beginning?A new life without you doesn't feel like winning.
I've been quenched,my hearts been hardened and now I am numb.
I've been heated,my mind has meltedand now I am dumb.
I've been cooled,my spirit is tougher,but it is hard not to succumb...
This experiance of gaining self-control is painfully tempering my soul.
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