End the charade.
You are too good for me
The worthless envelope, no letter inside
I cant hide behind myself anymore
I lost this feeling so long ago
My memory is clouded
And I am empty now
End the pain.
I dont want to hurt you
I cant bear for you to break me
The glass in my heart shatters
Too quickly, too easily
I cant make you see that, feel that
Blackness, weariness
End the cycle.
It will be over soon
And youll never remember me
My existence blurs with the lines of reality
And time heals all gaping wounds
The truth is I cant save you
The truth is you dont want me to
The Ending.
I'm having troubles today.
I skipped school. But for a good reason... but still, I always feel guilty.
I hate the heavy heart-feeling. It sucks a lot. Boooooooo.
You are too good for me
The worthless envelope, no letter inside
I cant hide behind myself anymore
I lost this feeling so long ago
My memory is clouded
And I am empty now
End the pain.
I dont want to hurt you
I cant bear for you to break me
The glass in my heart shatters
Too quickly, too easily
I cant make you see that, feel that
Blackness, weariness
End the cycle.
It will be over soon
And youll never remember me
My existence blurs with the lines of reality
And time heals all gaping wounds
The truth is I cant save you
The truth is you dont want me to
The Ending.
I'm having troubles today.
I skipped school. But for a good reason... but still, I always feel guilty.
I hate the heavy heart-feeling. It sucks a lot. Boooooooo.
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I'm sorry about your troubles. Boo for the heavy hearted feeling. And boo for the troubles. And boo for Jean Claude Van Dam. That guy annoys me.
I've done plenty of no budget shorts. And I forsee plenty more coming my way. But those are the ones that hone your skills and nurture your imagination. Where else can you find something as magnificent as the good ol' shopping cart dolly?
That's when you have to tell yourself, "Thank god I love this job."