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B-Side: 1
Time moves so fucking slow when you have lost the world
When you've broken off the last piece of a love you let go
Time goes away as you gaze toward a make believe scene
This is my ode to you,
my dear:
To the darling I love
Who I've lost this year
The sunrise and sunset hold barely my interest
Good news of good times then I sleep away the night
I was a scumbag and she was my best friend
I left her hanging when she wanted her heart held
I let her fumble, watched the fall, and failed to care
Fuck feeling human
“feeling human”
Consequences - not great? My newly embraced position is: INDIFFERENCE. A buffer between the emoting and the pain onset. Redirects the human tendency to miss and self-hurt. ~S~