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I thought I'd write something about breakups
But then I gave up

And that made me happier.
you're caught up in the person you think you want to be
You try so desperately to escape reality
I don't even know who you are anymore, but I know its someone I'll never want to be
I can't hold on to the memories of how it use to be of you and me
you're no longer my best friend, you're just a worthless druggie
And even if you were to stop I know it will never be the same
You had it all and you fell from grace, all because you could not satisfy your taste
Look at you now what do you have to show?
A felony record, no job, living like a slob
I'm angry at you for the stupid choices you make
I'm sad that I never get to see a real smile on your face
I hate my self for being jealous of those other losers with whom you would rather spend your time
all because you always have to snort another line
I have to realize that I cant control the choices that you make
I hate you for leaving me all alone, I hate you for NEVER picking up your ******* phone
but most of all I hate you for no longer being my friend
I guess you lied when you said we would be best friends till the end
Cracked in half i see two but which side is better?
slowly sinking in icy water my head unable to break the surface
like a baby chicken trapped in its shell,I wish to awaken to real me
The door to my room is locked up tight and only my soul hold the key
constantly seeking approval, I don't even approve of who I am.
I'm obsessed with things that no longer exist
I know that for you then was pure bliss
You told me you and her were done
You told me I was the only one
Pictures on the wall mock me with their simplicity
Tell me should I stick around
and keep filling in the gaps
left by those for whom you care
like paper over cracks

Or do I simply fill a need
that otherwise you’d live without
replacing passion, dreams and laughter
with insecurity and doubt

Tell me do I kid myself
one day there might be more
that being what he isn’t
will lead you to my door

I cannot help but wonder
how unhappy you would be
if you lost touch with all the qualities
that you only find in me

So tell me should I stick around
if you were me what would you do
would you let you take the best of me
while he gets the best of you
Ghosts are peeling from the wallpaper
And skeletons are rattling in the walls
The fireplace is burning bright
And we can hear it all

As cats call to the night fellows
And dogs cry to the moon
The forest speaks its nonsense
And I can't help but swoon

Through the ghosts
The skeletons
And the creatures of the dark
Night time is here, my dear
Let's wallow
For a start

— The End —