And I'll, be foretelling in time,
no matter how hard I try,
I'll always be a wasted life.

So this is my goodbye

Wake me when I,
have the courage to die.
Cause I'm too modest to try.

I am a wasted life&
I'll be fortelling in time

**That this is my goodbye

I can't help but hate my actions
There I stood, heart open and filling it with everything you did
When I saw you
My heart seized with joy
When you spoke my name or said Hi
...
I would almost die from loss of breath.
My best friend was better friends and when you guys laughed!!!
My heart would commence with the Trichotillomania...
No
the best friend left and the chance was mine!
But take it I didn't.
WHY!!
At the moment to jump you SANK
At the moment to fly you FELL
You choked
Gurgling on the fear of rejection.
And now the cycles started again. And this time
the one he laughs with isn't a friend!
Why couldn't you make him bust a gut God WHY!
He's no longer yours
never was but
but whatever!
Anger directed at him, you ignore cause you can't handle your feelings and in the end

all you ever wanted to do was to love him.
And be loved back.
.
but don't forget
.
.
.
.
.
*you did this

Of thinking of you
Of dreaming about us
Of wishing there was an "us"

All I hear is talk around me
The words hum in my ears
I can't understand the idle dribble
Of the wasted human race
I plead guilty to frivolities too
For I am no different
But I'll act different from the rest; internally
Just to feel a bit happier