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Monday, October 14, 2013 @ 9:00 AM
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Gone away
Who knows where you been
But you take all your lies
And wish them all away
I somehow doubt
We'll ever be the same
There's too much poison
And confusion on your face
Can you feel it?
I didn't mean it
Can I see you?
What are we doin'?
I think I love you
But I ain't sayin'
Nothin' you don't know
Hold on dreamaway
You're my sweet charade
Take your time
Move yourself to me
Yeah, I can take your lies
Until you fall away
You know I'm lost
Hiding in your bed
No, I don't think it's wrong
It's just gone to my head
Can you feel it?
I didn't mean it
Can I see you?
What are we doin'?
I think I love you
But I ain't sayin'
Nothin' you don't know
Hold on dreamaway
You're my sweet charade
Hey, whatcha do to me?
Would you come back to me?
Yeah, I can't do another day
I'm not certain of it anyway
I ain't messin' with another life
Can I get along without you?
Tell me the lies that you know I need
Everything I do feels like I'm torturing myself. Everything- from listening to my favorite bands to trying to distract myself by re-watching shows it only breaks my heart more because it only reminds me of everything we were, everything we could have been, and how easily disposable it was for him to throw it all away. All the dreams I thought I'd never lose got tossed along the way and now theres nothing to believe. You really do write and say such pretty words and it's my fault because I came believed too much in those pretty words and promises. It's my fault for letting my guard down, no one can put up with me being so broken. People only think they can accept it at first but when it becomes too real, it becomes too much, so they leave and it entirely fucks me up even more. My life is a mess. I should have known because now even the prettiest of words have become ugly and repulsive because they were all lies and false promises. I really don't want to feel anything anymore. I take these things so I don't feel but it's not working anymore. Nothing works, so what will I have to resort to eventually? Labels: alone, goo goo dolls, letting go, love, lyrics, quote, relationships 1 Comments:
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