i spend my time carefully
sowing the seeds of love
you pass yours by carefully
ripping them out of by the root
when i exhale it feels like there is a
cavity filled with lead bricks
when you look into my eyes you ask
why do they look so glassy and wet?
falling further away from me
coming closer to you
but you just aren't feeling it
as that glass begins to break
you keep your head straight into the
void of space and what was once
our time
still there is this disillusion
that hangs in my head
and feeds me hope through all of the
disappointment and self-pity
but what a beautiful way to break
my heart
ok so last line isn't mine, it's Beck's but I like it. deal.
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