cut all of my hair off.
dye it a different color.
changed my name.
to something you hate.
it sounds like the mourning sounds of dead lament.
moved to another city.
to unleashed my inner self pity.
wearing my broken heart,
like a sad attire.
lonely, my old familiar good friend.
comes to stay, to an extended visit.
in a sea of people in this big alien city.
i feel the most lonely.
sunset isn't orange and yellow anymore.
to me, it's purple, with black spots of red.
soon, i'll be found.
just takes some time.
to get adjusted to the feeling of knowing
we are never getting back together.
i'm in denial.
if you ask me.
"do you want him back?''
there's a 100% chance of me lying.
not to you, but lying to myself.....
i'm in ruins.
what the hell am i suppose to do?
memories flood in back with spoon feds of flashbacks.
and their driving me insane.
all the spots we used to go,
now i hate, to an extended point where
i avoid them.
face the facts,
but i ignore them.
funny thing is that my mind has a mind of it's own.
it thinks it sees you in other people.
in moving cars.
and a stupid girl.
, yet a silly fool for love.