Sunday, March 8, 2009

And after all these months.

"Try and look for the love in my eyes,
Now blind me.
I can't read your lips,
but I'm sure it's mouthing "I hate you."
I tried to hold onto you, I fell.
I tried to talk to you, I failed.
I'm going to be on this small inside,
It'll be the first day of the rest of my life.
In this bed, I'll stay in unrest.
I never needed this."

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