There were so many times that I wanted to tell you that you make me feel like crap because I still love you. To tell you to come back, cause I'll take care of you. That I'll be good, and that I know I can be the one that'll treat you better than anyone else. To come back now, because it's cold and lonely without you to snuggle up against.
Why'd you give up so soon? I find the world so full of disappointments, even when it doesn't want to let me down. Most people don't take initiative to change even when they see something wrong with themselves, and most people just fall back. It's the Hypocrites Regression. Bad bad you, bad bad me. I think we left each other in more ways than one.
I find that my moral spectrum has turned from the purest white and darkest black into this wide expanse of dull gray. I find myself diluting, stretched, so much so that I don't say 'Yes' or 'No' anymore. It's tiring not knowing anything for sure anymore; thats why I did give you an answer. I wasn't waiting for you to move on, but I guess our songs don't come so easy, and the lines are getting shorter every time.
Why'd you give up so soon? I find the world so full of disappointments, even when it doesn't want to let me down. Most people don't take initiative to change even when they see something wrong with themselves, and most people just fall back. It's the Hypocrites Regression. Bad bad you, bad bad me. I think we left each other in more ways than one.
I find that my moral spectrum has turned from the purest white and darkest black into this wide expanse of dull gray. I find myself diluting, stretched, so much so that I don't say 'Yes' or 'No' anymore. It's tiring not knowing anything for sure anymore; thats why I did give you an answer. I wasn't waiting for you to move on, but I guess our songs don't come so easy, and the lines are getting shorter every time.
comically indifferent @ 6:31 AM