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Quela Vente Jan 2015
Am I even alive
Is this skin paper thin

Cuts and bruises I'm living in
And lust for women I've given in

That's what's killed me
Chasing you off that cliff to my death

I love to hate it helps me love less
But less time I had to do it because it was way too late

I had already jumped trying to catch you
But now how are we going to escape

I guess you had a parachute
I didn't see that s* before

And neither did you let me know
So I went splat....

And ironically
You turned into a ghost
Leave her alone.
Quela Vente Jan 2015
My heart still beats though it's dead a little bit
She only pays attention to me if I play dead for a little bit

But when I spring to life
She chases who's dead a little bit

She can always tell
Because he only replies for a little bit

I've played that game  before
Only replying for a little bit

Leaving her with questions....
I hope he likes me a little bit

It makes her care a lot
But they'll only be together for a little bit

Because she pushes when he pulls
Leaving him hurt a for little bit

So now he's given up
Leaving him dead a little bit

Will that ever change?
I don't know

I'm dying. Not dead.
Just a little bit.
Never give up on love. Find another.

— The End —