I'm hurting, and it's from the same old betrayal and games you always play. It's hard to move on when there is nothing left and you are the only thing I want at the end. But we aren't even close to the end. You're just a maybe in my life right and that pain and hollowness in my soul is a burning constant of what once was...
You come back when you need a moment of that, I live in that. The emotion is always here and it's always real. It does not go away. It never has it never will. I just hurt.
You make shitty choices and always expect me to be there to catch you without giving me any fucking reason to... for now, I'll be there. But one day I won't be... for whatever reason. It's hard being you're rock and having your back when I know you don't fucking have mine.
I don't even understand why exactly I should have you're back... you've always stuck the knife in mine. But I'm always here, my loyalty remains... there's more to it than you and me, there always has been. I don't know how else to explain that part nor do I want to...
I knew you were the one, but I didn't volunteer for the last two decades of hell or for the fact that now all you want me to do is stand still while you live you're life.
I shouldn't have to be you're saviour, you never were mine.
Current Mood: confused.
Current Music: Children of Bodom, In Your Face.
Monsters are born too tall, too strong, too heavy—that is their tragedy.
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