Well I'm lonely like you're lonely but only cause it's thrown me like it's thrown you I don't own you, and my darling you don't own me. It's kicking and it's yelling and it's bruising and it's swelling. But the writing is on the wall and we both know what it's been telling us to do. Well I'm crying and you're crying into silent salty lakes. The road has turned to ice and we haven't any breaks, so while the wall keeps getting closer I fear it's too late not to break our hearts.
Friday, September 20, 2013
The last time I listened to this song I said it would be the song I played next time I killed myself. I have to have a song for the occasion. Wouldn't have it any other way.
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