Are you good still knowing that this hurts me?
Do you not see?
Things between us are worsening.
I fear we'll go to bed this way.
Passing out with no words to say.
Waking up to the same old rainy days.
Ending up in the same worn out places.
Eating with mad faces plastered on.
Dying for a chance to run.
Dying for something to stop this from going really wrong.
Listening to each other yell the same pissy song.
Hoping someone comes and fixes us.
Put a stop to putting up walls.
-Not finished.
I miss my dog and my humble home.
My humble abode.
The place where i have no more.
No more there is always enough.
Now to everyone it seems that me could give less of a fuck.
Thats what you see but i think you know the truth.
You cant believe whats not real.
You know how i feel when shit hits too close.
-Not finished.
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