She keeps the drama alive so she remembers the pain
Current mood: melancholy
Category: song: "Drugs or me" Writing and Poetry
You picked me out, you saw me before I saw you. In my mind this will be forever unfair, becuase had I seen the bomb before the explosion mabye I wouldn't have died. I felt I should have the chance to decide past my heart; so I go forward. Instintively we see this could be the beginning of the end but like always, just one more line, just 5 more minutes, just one more kiss, just ONE LAST TIME.
You ask what's my problem, I say, "here, decide". "Do you want it or not" I ask, for our time is short and now our hearts are pure, so please come with me. "Sure" he replies, come now, "for our time is short and our hearts are pure". The speedometer jumps quickly like her heart in her chest as she questions her decisions, but fuck she thinks...our time is short and our hearts are pure,and besides it's been a while.
Our eyes meet and I know I've lost, perhaps this is when I was supposed to see the bomb before it went off. I tried, I swear, but momentarily I was blind. I tried to stop it, feel it, show it, see it. You say, "Let's get out of here". I say, "Where to this time?" "Anywhere but here", you say.. "I need a place to quietly confide."
The ride feels like forever and I contemplate, shall I pull the trigger now or later? Maybe later will buy us more time. The end is near, but we both will go down fighting because this drama helps keep the pain alive. Besides it was you who told me it was love that was the excuse we use to get hurt and the best lie to tell is the truth.
We come to our stop, so close yet so far. Our kiss feels so natural... fighting,kicking, pushing, licking...so violent and full of passion. Is this not what we live for I question myself fighting you off me to keep my heart safe. "Don't worry" you say,"this is gonna be fun". Out comes the baseball bat as you pursue the redemption of the past 26 years pain and cruelty. The windshield smashes with such a fury, I feel your anguish. Hands tremble, heart quakes, eyes dart nervously around....fuck let's get out of here before somebody calls the cops. You say,"come now" and I follow closely behind. I've fought this war once already, but I'll give it a try..because our time is short and our hearts are pure. "Stay with me" you plead and my stomach wrenches with the sorrow from your eyes. "I can't", I reply with the chill of december's morning....for if I stay my heart won't be safe and when we wake our time will still be short but will our heart's be pure?
A little emo, i know, but it's based on a true story therefor making it even more. . . i don't know emo! haha! enjoy fuckers...now go cut your wrists!
Current mood: melancholy
Category: song: "Drugs or me" Writing and Poetry
You picked me out, you saw me before I saw you. In my mind this will be forever unfair, becuase had I seen the bomb before the explosion mabye I wouldn't have died. I felt I should have the chance to decide past my heart; so I go forward. Instintively we see this could be the beginning of the end but like always, just one more line, just 5 more minutes, just one more kiss, just ONE LAST TIME.
You ask what's my problem, I say, "here, decide". "Do you want it or not" I ask, for our time is short and now our hearts are pure, so please come with me. "Sure" he replies, come now, "for our time is short and our hearts are pure". The speedometer jumps quickly like her heart in her chest as she questions her decisions, but fuck she thinks...our time is short and our hearts are pure,and besides it's been a while.
Our eyes meet and I know I've lost, perhaps this is when I was supposed to see the bomb before it went off. I tried, I swear, but momentarily I was blind. I tried to stop it, feel it, show it, see it. You say, "Let's get out of here". I say, "Where to this time?" "Anywhere but here", you say.. "I need a place to quietly confide."
The ride feels like forever and I contemplate, shall I pull the trigger now or later? Maybe later will buy us more time. The end is near, but we both will go down fighting because this drama helps keep the pain alive. Besides it was you who told me it was love that was the excuse we use to get hurt and the best lie to tell is the truth.
We come to our stop, so close yet so far. Our kiss feels so natural... fighting,kicking, pushing, licking...so violent and full of passion. Is this not what we live for I question myself fighting you off me to keep my heart safe. "Don't worry" you say,"this is gonna be fun". Out comes the baseball bat as you pursue the redemption of the past 26 years pain and cruelty. The windshield smashes with such a fury, I feel your anguish. Hands tremble, heart quakes, eyes dart nervously around....fuck let's get out of here before somebody calls the cops. You say,"come now" and I follow closely behind. I've fought this war once already, but I'll give it a try..because our time is short and our hearts are pure. "Stay with me" you plead and my stomach wrenches with the sorrow from your eyes. "I can't", I reply with the chill of december's morning....for if I stay my heart won't be safe and when we wake our time will still be short but will our heart's be pure?
A little emo, i know, but it's based on a true story therefor making it even more. . . i don't know emo! haha! enjoy fuckers...now go cut your wrists!
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