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:: goodbye ::
as our December sun is setting because I’m not who I used to be No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below Who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for both a beginning and an end But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize When he catches his reflection on accident On the back of a motor bike with your arms outstretched trying to take flight leaving everything behind but even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete in the city where we still reside. And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides like brothers on a hotel bed. -Deathcab for cutie - Brothers on a hotel bed. ...and know that i won't bother, with your stupid 19 year old waste of space - and you who are dumb enough to follow in pursuit of child's play. As if being treated like a spare tyre wasn't bad enough. Your stupidity, is none of my concern. The two of you, can go fuck yourselves - because there's no room for either of you where i'm headed - and unlike you; it definitely is a brighter life, with less disappointments and so much more to gain. Your loss, will be painful, and you will cry forever and ever more. By this night's end - you will be NOTHING. Fight the war, fuck the norm. _ spoken. at 5:38 PM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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