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Something’s playing with my brain, tears running down my face.
Fire jumping through my heart, looking for a happy place.
He never get to rest tho, cause that place is not in me.
Where ever he looks thats not the right place to be.
The only thing i got left from you is a teddybear.
He’s lucky he can not see and can not hear.
Cause if he could he would just see my red eyes and hear the sound of me crying.
Lucky for him he didn’t hear you lying.
You said everything is gonna be OK.
You fucking jerk, yeah, there is not much more about you I can say.
Sure, i do miss everything, and I think you miss that to.
But as you remember: i hate you.
Hmmm...
It seems thats what all poets go through. I have written stuff like that "I experience happiness only to experience pain." Or something like that.
:-D
Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before. - Steven Wright
People like you are the reason people like me exsist. Out of a song of the same title by a band called 'Say Anything'