If there is one thing left to say,
It's that I miss you more every single day. No Knocks upon my door, I lie awake and wait for more. It's time to let you go, I know, yet this I never seem to show or tell or write or yell or take to the truth within me it will bury deep and sleep and rest, die and decay just waste away, turn to haze, just a phase is all you ever meant to me or used to be, tragically I lie decieve and make believe, it's killing me. Drown in the grave I am deceased. Dead. Like all the things you felt for me, resentment tormented, fully dependent, repentance from flesh on flesh co-transcendance It's all I ever desired, but you would rather retire all of the love we've aquired, and admired, and inspired, I guess our love just expired. The two of us have outdated eachothers presence we're jaded, you're elated, I'm deflated, I'm defeated and invaded. You paraded, underated all the love incinerated. I downgraded, dissipated, why is love so complicated, yes I hate it.
I hate every part of me and you, I hate everything you've put me through, all the words untrue, all the lies we've strewn, all the girls you've screwn, all the melodies set out of tune. Yet after all of this you're still immune? Lies. I can see it in your eyes. When your lips trace up my thighs, you're only after my demise. But still I try. I try I try I try again to rebuild what we had and what we aim to pursue, just me and you. But all the pain we can't undo, Our love was only revenue, a benefit to overdo, I know it's true. So why the fuck do I still love you?
yeah, why the fuck do I still love?
