why does it hurt when we walk away?
are we that much into someone else?
if that is the case, what happens to yesterday?
always looking out 4 self.
if it is another we love that much.
how does it turn to hate?
evil nature and such.
is it not really fate?
when hate was love.
before it crossed and burnt the bridge.
when a touch was worth a back rub.
right before it was pushed over the edge.
was it happiness you felt?
when did you begin to go through the motions?
once upon a time before your heart began to melt.
before you gave up on hoping.
did you live for someone else?
just to be let down in the eyes lost in the mirror.
did you forget about yourself.
looking like a fool and pretending hiding from fear.
how did you know without a doubt?
and yet it fell apart?
left to figure sh!t out.
forced to open up to a new start.
what makes us willing to be set up for the pain, christened?
believing in silly little dreams on the move.
goofy little schemes of things leaving us left in a state of wtf just happened.
where does all the empty promises go?
when does it turn into a game as it tilts?
ending what is said to be a perfect show.
talking trash, sounds of b.s. killing what has been built.
do you feel the questions grow?
when is it over.
after giving yourself in ways you swear you will never again.
is it in the hands of a lover?
or do you have to take a stand at some point and maintain?
how do we fall that hard?
feeling so empty when all is said and done.
who holds the cards?
playing out our time of finding the one.
was it really a lesson learned?
is it not worth fighting for all you ever wanted.
spitting words that needed to be blurred.
becoming lost and haunted by the grunted.
when love takes control.
how does hate replace that feeling?
like a nuke waiting to explode.
beaten and worn, left kneeling.
should it get to the point of imitating and stealing someone else's place in time.
pretending because it is what you have become accustom to.
in your comfort zone losing your shine.
thinking there is no helping you.
listening to your own pathetic moans.
knowin you must keep it moving.
if it is not working can you let go?
as love is missing the ingredient of soothing.
are we that much into someone else?
if that is the case, what happens to yesterday?
always looking out 4 self.
if it is another we love that much.
how does it turn to hate?
evil nature and such.
is it not really fate?
when hate was love.
before it crossed and burnt the bridge.
when a touch was worth a back rub.
right before it was pushed over the edge.
was it happiness you felt?
when did you begin to go through the motions?
once upon a time before your heart began to melt.
before you gave up on hoping.
did you live for someone else?
just to be let down in the eyes lost in the mirror.
did you forget about yourself.
looking like a fool and pretending hiding from fear.
how did you know without a doubt?
and yet it fell apart?
left to figure sh!t out.
forced to open up to a new start.
what makes us willing to be set up for the pain, christened?
believing in silly little dreams on the move.
goofy little schemes of things leaving us left in a state of wtf just happened.
where does all the empty promises go?
when does it turn into a game as it tilts?
ending what is said to be a perfect show.
talking trash, sounds of b.s. killing what has been built.
do you feel the questions grow?
when is it over.
after giving yourself in ways you swear you will never again.
is it in the hands of a lover?
or do you have to take a stand at some point and maintain?
how do we fall that hard?
feeling so empty when all is said and done.
who holds the cards?
playing out our time of finding the one.
was it really a lesson learned?
is it not worth fighting for all you ever wanted.
spitting words that needed to be blurred.
becoming lost and haunted by the grunted.
when love takes control.
how does hate replace that feeling?
like a nuke waiting to explode.
beaten and worn, left kneeling.
should it get to the point of imitating and stealing someone else's place in time.
pretending because it is what you have become accustom to.
in your comfort zone losing your shine.
thinking there is no helping you.
listening to your own pathetic moans.
knowin you must keep it moving.
if it is not working can you let go?
as love is missing the ingredient of soothing.
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