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You thought this would work out.
That it would solve everything.
That it would make things so much fucking better.
You thought you had it all in the palm of your hands.
That it was easy enough, if you only tried.

Well look at it now,
How does it feel now?
Who are you now?

You're still reminiscing the same old things, even though you aren't the same.

You wish you were where you were before.
You got so far.
Then you let one tiny thing make you fall apart.

Did you get what you wanted?
Did it all go as planned?
Wasn't it all some sick twisted thing?

Babe this isn't a love story, you're misinterpreting the lines.

This isn't what you think it is, you're living in a lie.

Look closer, if you can manage that.
Or is your mind to weak from the lack of everything, to see?

They're sticking to me again,
And you're sitting there laughing at me.

Can't you see, don't go fucking blind on me.

I'm letting it happen too, they slowly creep back to me.
Its getting better in the worst way.
You're happy as can be, can't you see it's destroying me

You're a masterpiece dear
I'm just wanting to disappear.
For the only thing I fear is the old dentists chair.

I'm waiting, itching for it to come back to me.
Counting the days until I can breathe.
Until I can be myself again, clearly.

I'll do things differently this time.
I won't let you find out.
The only one will be myself in doubt.

I can't get over the way I smiled and lied to her face.
When she had the proof right in that place.

I didn't mean to make you cry.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
Pretty please just believe my lies.
Pretend I'm not as self destructive as I am for once.
Pretend you never realized.

I'm sorry, but I'm truly not.
Wasn't it true I wanted you to know?
Wasn't it true that when you got closer to finding out I tempted myself to the sweet thought of it all playing perfectly in my head.

I'm not done with it yet.
As soon as I'm in the clear I'll start fresh again.
But this time I'll make you believe
Everything.

What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

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