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Puncture Wounds

Sit here in my bedroom, wonder why life is so cruel, reminisce of the scarce good times that always lead me back to you, wipe a tear drop off my face, wonder why it ends like this, take that knife make big mistakes, my thoughts have ended and were overdue, wish id spoken up for you, never committed to shameful acts, wish is had the courage to say this to your face even though you’d stab my back, first chance you get, this time ill cut you no slack, in a way you all had killed me, never knowing it was wrong, but I hope you all find happiness because I know you all are strong, for goodbye isn’t a bad thing, just a time to move on from place to place, so I let these tear drops fall, don’t bother wiping them off my face, for it was always easier to watch each other lie, than to tell it to us straight, I won’t be there now because I’ve closed up my gate, locked myself in that room, put my heart in a safe, swallowed that key, but do one thing for me, forget about me slowly, let it eat up at you every day, because you never really listened to any word I would say, it hasn’t ever stopped you before, why change now