than you take the hit. even if it breaks your heart.
are you waiting for your real life to begin? so am i. poised at the edge of the world just tempted to leap and see where i land.
this is a story about feeling bad and feeling better. late night searches and early morning hunts for the feeling of being alive. all the minutes and hours in between are just ticking moments of sucking on air to try to turn this animated corpse into something that isnt too pale. each look telling of other people's lips, and hey; i'm just as guilty. Three smashes of the hammer echo through this room of "guilty, guilty, guilty". and yeah go ahead and bet that things would get better, but i'm too bitter and your too gutless. The charade is over, this disguise is too difficult to hold up. Id rather wait for blood to pump through my head and throb these eyes back into reality.
id rather wish i never heard your voice.
a showcase full of bruised trophies of lessons learned the hard way.
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