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Awaiting death
Why does it hurt?
Here in my chest,
When I see you it hurts,
I dont understand.
Why?
After all we've been through,
now you say it was just an adventure,
Okay, sure whatever,
play with my fucking feelings,
its not like i use them anyways.
My heart is now ripped to pieces,
by so many people that...
I lost track,
everytime they take a bite out of it
it feel none,
numb,
unexistent.
My legs used to shake when you smiled at me,
now you wont even look my way,
I dont care....Really,
Its just another stab in the fresh wound,
I experience it everyday.
Although it hurts,
I'll be the first to say,
I do care,
it hurts so much!
I cant take it,
its like they open my chest,
and play with my heartache.
I really dont understand why i even bother,
Writing this piece of crap,
Fucking stupid feelings,
Rip my fucking chest apart!!
Take my fucking soul,
whom has died with every passing day!
Fuck you,
Im numb, Zombie,
an empty shell,
thanks to you,
just waiting,
for the sound of death,
whom i will greet with open arms,
and tears in my eyes.
Here in my chest,
When I see you it hurts,
I dont understand.
Why?
After all we've been through,
now you say it was just an adventure,
Okay, sure whatever,
play with my fucking feelings,
its not like i use them anyways.
My heart is now ripped to pieces,
by so many people that...
I lost track,
everytime they take a bite out of it
it feel none,
numb,
unexistent.
My legs used to shake when you smiled at me,
now you wont even look my way,
I dont care....Really,
Its just another stab in the fresh wound,
I experience it everyday.
Although it hurts,
I'll be the first to say,
I do care,
it hurts so much!
I cant take it,
its like they open my chest,
and play with my heartache.
I really dont understand why i even bother,
Writing this piece of crap,
Fucking stupid feelings,
Rip my fucking chest apart!!
Take my fucking soul,
whom has died with every passing day!
Fuck you,
Im numb, Zombie,
an empty shell,
thanks to you,
just waiting,
for the sound of death,
whom i will greet with open arms,
and tears in my eyes.
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