thoughts in endless swirling
like a storm
and un-rhythmic beats of my chest
distract me
i should be listening
but my head is lost
far, far gone
deep, deep it's sunk
maybe its your stupid smile
or your uneven words
i should be listening
but the sparks are distracting
oh,
they'll surely be a second date

The stupidity of id.


I only dream of what I cannot have.
Wish for this, wish for that,
But if I give you my true opinion,
You will only give it back.


I stand alone amongst the crowd;
I have no way of standing out.
So if you do see me somehow,
Know that soon I will disappear and become invisible,
Like I feel now.


You cannot have my love, because you do not want a nerd.
You can never read my words, because they would not interest you.
You could have said the things I would like to have heard,
But now those lines are through.


Thank you for the inspiration;
I am sorry that I never mentioned,
The truth to you, but it would only ever have caused tension,
Where none ever needed to exist.
Wasted wishes, dreams of fruition,
I am just the stupidity of id.


But now I have regained my senses;
No longer fixated, no words must be wasted,
If I am to head into the future, patiently.
Waiting for the one for whom I have been waiting.


One day she will come and find me, I hope.
Somehow, someway, she will let me know.


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I'll be the one from
your past in the photograph that you ripped in half
Don't you worry though
because you'll be popular with all the girls when you tell them about me, they'll fall at your feet with half hearted sympathy, but you'll still be empty
And that platonic embarce will only leave you in tangled sheets because you're codependent and demanding and it'll cost her

And the worst part is history will repeat itself and someone will get me back and then I'll know what it's like for someone to leave me like that

But it has been good to hear you're doing fine, stable and over me
Funny how tables turns
And much as I want to hate you I only end up hating myself
And all that's left of us is the reason you're good to someone else

If you wish to call it blindness,
Then yes I’m blind.

If you choose to call it submission,
Then I am whipped and kneeling.

If you’re convinced to call it pathetic,
Then cringe because I’m woeful.

If you desire to call it a sin,
Then send me to the pits of hell my god.

If you pick to call it silly,
Then I must still be a immature child.

If you preach to call it ****** up,
Then I am surely deranged and crazy.

If you need to call it chemicals,
Then I’m definitely severely imbalanced.

If you need to call it all of the above,
Maybe spice it up add a few more words

please go ahead.
But I will always call it


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