Yes, I was looking at your ugly facade
and I hate everything about your life
Am I lying to myself? Whats love? Whats hate?
What is the space between these thinning blank lines...
I dont believe that I once longed for this, I refuse
Your red watering eyes, your slippery kiss
Its so searing hot, youre so fucking cool
I see my fresh love renewed;
and ask myself what he is compared to you
but I can't say; what were you to me?
What is chained? What is free?
Love is nothing but forgotten bliss and tragedy
Did you teach me that?
Was it love or mortal combat?
How can I learn this from something I never had?
But this lesson is taught to me over and over again...
catching broken mirrors of my true best friend
Yes, I was looking at our ugly end,
at all the words I had to pretend,
like, "I love you", and "No, I won't cry"
Because even now I feel the wound,
and think of you in shadowed night
What is death? A soul inside?
I don't remember if I liked my life
or if you were the joy inside the light
All I can say is that I do not miss you
How can one miss something one never had?
Cause, what isn't doomed?
What isn't sad?