Do You Cry When You're Lost...?

reuploading... umm.. about what distance can do to you, and when people are in the middle...

I assumed it was common enough knowledge

Considering myself systematically over you, of course…

 

(I hate when I have when systems are corrupted from the get go…)

 

Stupid, naïve me…I spelled it out for myself,

Not that the repetitiveness did anything for me

 

(Why, oh why, must I concern myself with that which I have devoted too much thought to…)

 

Kind enough, mind…clear as day, it’s insanely obvious to just about everyone…

But I’m still undeniably confused about…well, all of it

 

(Why does she have to be so god damn good looking?)

 

Is she really that…well, captivating? Honestly, I hope there’s nothing beyond the pretty face

I hope you know that you deserve much better than that…

 

(You’re too young for this, did anyone ever tell you that?)

 

T, A, K, E, N…There it is again…spelling itself out for me to reckon with the force

That has ended up being my mindless thoughts vs. what is so painfully obvious to anyone even remotely caring

 

(There just has to be that someone else doesn’t there?)

 

Lingering fingerprints feel their way up my hands,

And I’m left with nothing except memories of what I once could reach out and touch…but has since evaded my grasp

 

I hate it when you’re right there, and you can’t do a thing about not being able to be next to someone anymore…