Tuesday, 30 January 2007

• i dont know why i bother. sometimes it just seems like i keep this stupid thing going for nostalgia, i don't want to let go of it because when i was in eighth grade this was my myspace. funny how it seems that i(we) feel the need for an online-community-bullshit-and-such kind of site. i dont know why i bother.

  also, i dont know why i bother with this whole imagination thing. if getting your heart broken feels anything like this(see below), then i'm pretty damn good.

  (my name goes here)

  the tears lining my eyes
  so delicately
  watching you walk away
  (little did I know
  this day would change my life)
  --
  i can still picture us
  laughing, smiling
  we were supposed to be in
  l o v e
  (you know, the kind you used to write about
  you thought you were such a poet
  as you put my name in every title)
  you kissed me like i was the one
  held me like i was the one
  whispered sweet nothings to me like i was the one
  --
  i could feel you slipping away
  you came home late
  and you couldnt look me in the eye
  (oh, but i loved you for trying)
  we stopped talking and laughing
  you started lying
  i started crying
  we started fighting
  but we loved each other, we LOVED each other
  we loved each other, i suppose
  --
  and i watched you go
  choking on regrets,
  silently hoping you would
  turn around
  (no, no! we're in LOVE
  we'll get through this, we will
  thats what love does
  makes everything magically better)
  --
  and we loved each other, i suppose

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