everett

Text Box: Like me running on empty Dreaming of seeing me
Glued to the bittersweetness of depression
Its gift of escape luring me into capitulation
The fear of not being me
The knowledge that there is no real me
Just a collage, a martini of everyone else
Mutability?
Taking on the role of the players
Attempting to prove the truth in my character
While provoking a pseudo--relationship with myself
Hail. This is what I've become

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Text Box: And then my world came crashing down
While you were standing there
I needed you so suddenly
Too intensely hard to bear

You stole my damned direction
And then ripped out my heart
You fucking said you're sorry
You've turned lying to an art

But that part you play so well
Is going to be your end
Because of all the lives you destroy
Yours will be hardest to mend

So know that I don't hate you
You're actually important to me
Because your simple small existence
Reminds me that I loved dangerously

So I've said goodbye to you
And I've put away my sword
I hope you'll walk away now
Because I won't again be lured

And as I close this book
Your memory still remains
The difference is I'm free now
And I have washed away the stains