dying within the ends of relations... resurrecting a different version of retaliation... fighting until the bitter end.... with someone that was considered to be a friend... unfair words float carelessly... there goes the drift of dreams... diving from tongues on a solo tip... another relation so fuckin shortly lived... leaving to find peace somehow lost... living with the linger of emotions in a pause... thinking to remind self of what others can do... once luv'd learning how to live once their removed... feelin the pain reach for the heart... after being so madly in luv with a work of art... falling in more luv with the pain for it's all that's left to hold on to... from the same reality, removed... changing lives in the exchange for a sanity of being broken by characters... passions trying to survive a bloody massacre... looking at everyone like it was their fuckin fault... draging around names called creating a new flaw... locking up the saloon doors to keep the bs out... as the most hurtful things have been flung from untamed mouths... as actions failed to comply with trusts in which hurt the most... finally sayin fuck it n even from the thought goin ghost... forgetting who it was self thought someone was... thinking like was there to create a luv... finding a foe so friendly the switch up remains as someone else in the mind... with birds on the come back at life... self being good due to ain't no one down to open sensitivity's secret jus to be betrayed... talking about fuck the desire to force a mf'er to be real when not face to face... buried face down n looking away from the possibility to ever find self caring... jus the way promises lost interest to be meant interests turn to being unwilling to be so daring... it's an endless battle to rotate the same ol cycle goin numb... avoiding attempts to relate past the comfort of lusts... shut down n afraid to compare the differences of who self was n who stands alone... dead to the feeling of a luv that lost hope... saying never again will the stoop settle without a friendship made... do we really wanna luv to hate.?.
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