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 write it on the walls!

write it on the walls!

to make me believe,

this isn't real, this is only naive,

cause nothings making sense, nothings what its turned out to be,

could this be the end?

or the start of you and me?

 

im starting to fall,

or am i slipping into the darkest hole?

words fill my carcass.

he blew lies into my lungs,

until i couldn't breathe,

and now i can't breathe,

or am i learning to clear this asthma plaguing me?

 

forever are the minutes we never filled,

what we could've shared as memories,

but now we're wasting away.

insecurities take on their opponent,

blaming another for not staying strong,

when we both know,

we're dying inside.

 

tears fill this void,

as sorrow carves out a road,

winding down to where we lay at night,

playing a theater of disappointment,

with leading roles of hope and restlessness...

 

what can we do?

what can we do now?

what can we do?