This is when

You know your alone, and you know how it's going to end.
It's going to be your fault either way. And everything you say are just words on a page.
And come on, this is not a one way street no matter how you turn it.
Oops, that's right. MAYBE it is when it comes to me. Oops. Forgot,

Why do you bother to assume, ask, and push, it's not true; you don't miss me do you? because today for one honest to goodness time in maybe months, I felt something past the normal white machine, and I hate everyone responsible for that. Because I was a tangle of flames. And you can read my lips if they lie, I wasn't... Sane. And I can't go there again. I've worked so hard to this coolness of clear and calm.. Sane is not a normal habit for me. Not anymore. If I ever.. It'll be uglier then ever



Dgaf