A voice is still resounding in my head, a face is resurrected. and i can still believe;
I will still believe in what you say. i really wish you'd keep your feelings to yourself, because
I will let you down. swallow everything you thought you felt for me because i am empty
And i'm never around. the places that i find within myself are changing gray and foreign
And i will still believe in anything that you say to me. i am empty and i won't be around for long
Long after this so-called tragedy, all that is left are the tattered remnants of a friendship that once stood strong. so easily we let honesty take hold and set our minds racing, and nothing brings out the worst in us like this. after all is said and done, we no longer maintain the same amicable attitudes we previously held so sacred. we are thrown into a melee of negative thoughts and feelings. and for what? a guilt trip; never ending, unrelenting, meaningless. run. beauty takes me captive, takes me away from everything i know is good for me. and for one beautiful moment, i thought i missed you