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Spending time drinking alone in my parked car
in my parked life for nothing moves
just blisters and burns from hit burns of torn relations
I am sick of speculations and all the investigations
I am not what you believe me to be.
You had it out like i all but good
disposable and that you should.
well you already have.

one, two, three,
by four I am driving around
looking for someone else to adore
five in the morning the world is asleep
besides me and my burning tattered and torn heart
5,6,7,8
I am doing tings I shouldnt do
calling your phone telling you I want you back
angered at the lack of speedy responses
I begin to lose control and tell you
every below the belt remark I can think of

Breaking is hard to do.
especially when the only thing you cherished shatters
falling piece by piece in your lap.
wishing for a way to ease the pain
you sit down and begin to complain
blaming everything on everything but the only thing that may have caused the pain
shallow broken loss of sanity
nothing comes to you. calling everyone you know
to come pick you up and make them worth your time
when they know its just because you lost it.

raining in your head you purposely slip into your old ways
hoping the person would call and care
they never do so you just fall deeper until you realize
they were never here for you
deeper and deeper until your body shuts down
from talking all your prescription pills
as you lay down waiting for this heartache
to be the last thing you ever knew
Its killing your second voice
thats always the hardest to do.