time is over done and out. YOU are overdone.
you are too empty and i just feel flawed every time i use you. you bend easier than the rules and you break faster than a little child's heart.
i almost feel bad.
give me anger. give me hate. give me irritability. give me something that shows passion, because every time i see you, you show nothing.
but the fire flashes in those eyes.
bat me those sickly eyes that shower me with a history of conflict. because in this crowded room, its only me and you darling, its only me and you who know of the battles these demons fight.
sing me the baby blues to your emerald greens
the contest to finger fuck her innocence away
its a fight i hate fighting but i just wanna win baby
why cant you see how completely fucked and twisted of a human being i am? not all flash and smoke but all vomit and shit. yeah the machine is broken and old, and its fucking beat to hell but at least sympathize, sympathize because if you don't, then you will end up just like it, broken and alone wishing for a second chance to not become a fuck up of yourself. The last puppy alone in the shelter, the last orphan who sleeps in a room of strangers, the last lonely "used for sale" car in the lot, the last christmas tree that no one wants because it is too fucked up and not perfect enough. never perfect enough, never good enough, only enough to be singled out for the last pick. yeah i fucking hate you and i wish you never looked at me the way you did, but i still dream about how your smile looks at late hours
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