Mood: Pissed off.
Song: Deathbed - There for Tomorrow
I'm just fine with or without
Having this inner selfish doubt
I'll fall hard you'll fall harder
I'm along you're too startled
I'm kinda done with putting effort into this.
And school will be my excuse.
Second place is bittersweet,
I cannot lie.
I should learn to be satisfied with what I've got,
But I always want the very best,
I swear it's a curse to have these expectations -
Or, rather,
To think things will stay the same.
I'm longing for those days so long ago,
Where I was everything to so many.
Perhaps now is the time,
To lay down that silly fantasy of it ever returning to me?
Yet everytime something from the past comes into contact with me,
It stirs old memories I'd rather forgotten.
Bittersweet, indeed.
Sigh.
I can't say I approve of what's going on, but obviously it's out of my control.
I get sick of this one sided tango,
So now you can tango with yourself,
And solve this.
Though you won't.
You've got better things to worry about.
you know,
the song that just started playing reminds me too much of you for it to be any good.
I need to detatch from everyone and everything for a long while.
Nobody is worth letting in anymore.
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Missa Defunctorum
praise the lost souls, it'll set yours free
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