mystery friends
and tangible nights,
it's dark,
it's dark,
it's dark outside.
you and I,
we're falling apart.
and we love it,
don't we ?
it's too dark in our minds.
who needs to think
like the other kids do,
when we live like we're dead
and we wish it was true ?
here we are,
and where,
from here,
will we go ?
why does every breath
burn in our lungs,
when we're tired
and we're laughing
and we wish it was done
so that maybe
we
could catch a glimpse
at being happy ?
it doesn't make sense.
how can it be ?
that you'll sit your body
and claim that you know
what it's like
to be me ?
I'll never know.
you'll never know, either.
My life is comprised
of tiny emotions
and lonely nights,
and I know you're surprised,
because how can a girl
who whines and cries
all night,
all day,
all the fucking time,
sit here and show
the whole world in her eyes
while she frowns
and describes emotions
the size
of the dust bunnies
under her bed ?
I'll never know.
you'll never know, either.
there's just mystery friends,
and tangible nights,
and the uncontrollable life
waging war on the darkness
that lives in our minds.
and we fucking love it,
don't we ?
maybe we're a little messed up
inside.
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