Days fall into hazes, nohting makes sense, the people you thought you once knew have changed. Instead of you amounting to nothing -like they thought you would- their the ones who have.
The closesness of bodies amuses me.
Drifting away in my mind, where notning stands still.
There is no emotion where Im from.
A question enters my mind, Seeing you with new freinds somehow makes me bitter.. How does that work? What have I become and fall into? A sick blindness?
Im the villin now, in which you think I play so well. And you are the victum, in which you always think you are.
You win.
The TVs on mute, and my phone is off. I cant understand what the people are saying on the TV. Mute helpes to make sense of things.
The closesness of bodies amuses me.
Drifting away in my mind, where notning stands still.
There is no emotion where Im from.
A question enters my mind, Seeing you with new freinds somehow makes me bitter.. How does that work? What have I become and fall into? A sick blindness?
Im the villin now, in which you think I play so well. And you are the victum, in which you always think you are.
You win.
The TVs on mute, and my phone is off. I cant understand what the people are saying on the TV. Mute helpes to make sense of things.
kirin_ka:
You need to get out more. 
