I hate when I come home after a long night...
and I get that horrible, alone, melancholic feeling.
Where you wish you were writing some epic poem
Or someone was holding you and everything was still and silent...
Where everything makes no sense
and thinking about tomorrow is out of the question
because thinking about right now is a little too hard...
A big hole
A cut
A gaping wound
And you can't figure out where it is
to stop the bleeding....
and I get that horrible, alone, melancholic feeling.
Where you wish you were writing some epic poem
Or someone was holding you and everything was still and silent...
Where everything makes no sense
and thinking about tomorrow is out of the question
because thinking about right now is a little too hard...
A big hole
A cut
A gaping wound
And you can't figure out where it is
to stop the bleeding....
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s_eldorado:
That's when you pick up the phone silly.
recipeforhate:
Boo!!