So once again she got scared by something, hunts me down to tell me she loves me, then scares herself and runs away days later.
And once again I followed, even though I knew that would happen all along. We don't get smarter as we get older (how could we, our desires never change) we just get less suprised.
And I don't feel pissed or hurt or anything - I just feel nothing. Everywhere a severe lack, an emptiness behind the laughter at parties, and now my eyes dart quickly away.
I've lived too long in my own graveyard.
And once again I followed, even though I knew that would happen all along. We don't get smarter as we get older (how could we, our desires never change) we just get less suprised.
And I don't feel pissed or hurt or anything - I just feel nothing. Everywhere a severe lack, an emptiness behind the laughter at parties, and now my eyes dart quickly away.
I've lived too long in my own graveyard.