you never wanted me
needed
you never cared
needed
you speak of love
oh please!
walk away
running
come home
I’m moving
breathing air, im floating,
you think im here,
I’m going,
I disgust you,
you hate the thought, yeah well so do I,
I don’t know who I am,
so you can’t walk away and expect to know you know me,
something you want,
maybe I just haven’t got it,
leave your shit here like it helped the situation,
walking ghosts around this place,
I want to strip it out,
I got to move,
because staying here is killing me.
and I will end up making a worse decision,
I’m sick of looking at the yard,
the empty chairs we sat,
I fucking hate it,
I can’t do anything,
no one sees how hurt I am
I don’t want to live hurt anymore.
yet, I got people reading our shit, but really there is no one here.
