Post by athenapoetry on Oct 12, 2014 0:12:37 GMT -5
What IS the point?
Slave for feelings, stuck in the same joint.
One side ain't the same as the other, one's in love and the other feels like a brother.
I feel it's all on me all the time, forcing something has become my crime.
Why do I try so hard?
Why is it me who's bored?
Dishonest, phony feelings.
Hurting one another with the dealings.
I'm done, are you?
Is what you say even true?
Feels like lies in my eyes.
My heart is grabbing onto the ties.
Unhappy from second to next, this shit doesn't have to be this damn perplexed.
Your life is so bi-polar and I'm the f****** donor.
There's really no one to blame but just f****** tel the truth enough with the damn games.
If you ain't happy, tell it.
I think I can take the hit.
I'll breathe it in deep like smoke, more reality each time I toke.
Are you a friend or a lover?
Should I go and find another?
I don't feel it anymore.
It's like your feelings for me went out the door.
You threw them away right in front of me purposely to see.
The things you say are so f****** mean, you've started sounding like a damn machine.
You repeat the bullshit over and over until I snap and cant take a hold-a me no more.
I'm done hurting like this, I feel the difference even in the way you kiss.
Something is wrong, I know it is.
Just f****** tell me and we can get on with it, with our own lives and be true to ourselves.
Cuz right now you're putting me through f****** hell.
Stay awake waiting for a call, but nothing hap‎pens.
I end up staring at the damn wall for hours and think in my head...
Am I better off dead?
Will you be happy then?
Will it be better for you, like way back when?
Before me, before US, before a history?
Do we say goodbye?
Do we still try?
I'm so confused, don't know what to do.
I feel like we can go at it until we turn blue but nothing is figured out.
We just end up sitting with doubt.
In each other and us but the IS NO US WITHOUT TRUST!
WHAT'S THE POINT?
Slave for feelings, stuck in the same joint.
One side ain't the same as the other, one's in love and the other feels like a brother.
I feel it's all on me all the time, forcing something has become my crime.
Why do I try so hard?
Why is it me who's bored?
Dishonest, phony feelings.
Hurting one another with the dealings.
I'm done, are you?
Is what you say even true?
Feels like lies in my eyes.
My heart is grabbing onto the ties.
Unhappy from second to next, this shit doesn't have to be this damn perplexed.
Your life is so bi-polar and I'm the f****** donor.
There's really no one to blame but just f****** tel the truth enough with the damn games.
If you ain't happy, tell it.
I think I can take the hit.
I'll breathe it in deep like smoke, more reality each time I toke.
Are you a friend or a lover?
Should I go and find another?
I don't feel it anymore.
It's like your feelings for me went out the door.
You threw them away right in front of me purposely to see.
The things you say are so f****** mean, you've started sounding like a damn machine.
You repeat the bullshit over and over until I snap and cant take a hold-a me no more.
I'm done hurting like this, I feel the difference even in the way you kiss.
Something is wrong, I know it is.
Just f****** tell me and we can get on with it, with our own lives and be true to ourselves.
Cuz right now you're putting me through f****** hell.
Stay awake waiting for a call, but nothing hap‎pens.
I end up staring at the damn wall for hours and think in my head...
Am I better off dead?
Will you be happy then?
Will it be better for you, like way back when?
Before me, before US, before a history?
Do we say goodbye?
Do we still try?
I'm so confused, don't know what to do.
I feel like we can go at it until we turn blue but nothing is figured out.
We just end up sitting with doubt.
In each other and us but the IS NO US WITHOUT TRUST!
WHAT'S THE POINT?