Write Write Write You mustn’t forget Write Write Write If you don’t you’ll regret Write Write Write I'm afraid I'm obsessed Write Write Write Or slightly possessed Write Write Write You must do it with order Write Write Write Or the words will get stuck Write Write Write To make the voices stop Write Write Write I have to get them out Write Write Write Afraid of my own thoughts Write Write Write* I am prisoner to my mind WRITE WRITE WRITE
Sitting, staring Watching, waiting Wanting, yearning, Begging, pleading Longing, craving Wishing, dreaming Needing, itching Urging, demanding Seeking, striving Hurting, dying For you The only thing I cannot have
Lost was myself alone on a path. You, Than, whistled the trees and waved with the seas With me there along side the path, I knew Here you would stay keeping me safe, at ease
Winters grew cold and I soon felt weary Your presence was fading, leaving me numb Your touch so bitter I knew quite clearly Then you were gone at the first sign of sun
Through years on the path I wandered alone Still hope grew quite strong in my mending heart You would return I could feel in my bones For once again we could have a fresh start
My dear, stay with me now. Please never go And just love me with your immortal soul
We built this house and all of the memories it conceals, but if you peel back the layers, see the emptiness revealed. What started out as infatuation has bred a mutual hate, I dream of snapping your ******* neck and still say ‘I love you’ to your face.
This is what we’ve done to each other. This is what we’ve become.
I’m not proud of what I am and I’m not scared of what you are, But I am terrified we’ve missed the exit, that we’ve taken this too far. Is this all just a consequence of falling in and out of love? You either die happy together or live long enough to tear each other apart.