this is for old times

An old friend, from whom I learned a lot about life. and love.
anger. tears. a few words torn us apart. forever. there will be no turning back. thank you.
I didnt even say good bye. Or litsen to you, that you were sorry.
But I learned alot from you. yes I was happy. I'm happy for that.



































































Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades





Stones to throw at my creator. Masochists to which I cater. You don't need to bother; I don't need to be. I'll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds. Wish I was too dead to care, If indeed I cared at all. Never had a voice to protest, So you fed me shit to digest. I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season. For this, I gave up trying. One good turn deserves my dying. You don't need to bother; I don't need to be. I'll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds. Wish I'd died instead of lived. A zombie hides my face. Shell forgotten with its memories. Diaries left with cryptic entries. And you don't need to bother; I don't need to be. (I don't need to be.) I'll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds.


(You.) You don't need to bother; I don't need to be. (I don't need to be.) I'll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on, (once I hold on,)... I'll never live down my deceit.


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