Perhaps
this is
all I
deserve
And I
should
expect
more
For
penance
has to
be paid
To
those
my love
I swore
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Perhaps
this is
all I
deserve
And I
should
expect
more
For
penance
has to
be paid
To
those
my love
I swore
I wish
I could
have made
you better
I wish
I could
have made
it go away
I wish
I could
have taken
the pressure
I wish
I could
have made
you stay
Just stop
Please rewind
I want to go back
I’ve changed my mind
I wish
we
could
have
spokenRight
at
the
very
endI’ll
miss
your
voice
foreverThe
sound
of my
best
friend
It’s a
shame
you’ve
used him
as a
weapon
As a way
for your
feelings
of guilt
to lessen
But
it’s me,
you’ll
find,
that
he will
seek
When
he finally
understands
your
cruel
streak
Bloody hell
My head is sore
I shouldn’t have stayed
For ‘just one more’
Fuck
this
shit
She
said
I’m
going
home
I’ll
walk
you
He
said
You
can’t
go alone
I
don’t
need
you
She
said
Why
don’t you
just drop
dead
You’ll be
sorry you
wished for
that
He
said
When
you’re
alone in
our bed
It was
what
it wasAnd
whilst
we
had
funNow
it is
what
it isAnd
the
guilt
has
begun
I will never be able to express
How much I regret
All those times
I never held your hand
This was the wrong choice
Said the spider to the fly
I think we should returnI suppose you’re right
Said the fly to the spider
When will we ever fucking learn?
I promise myself
never again
every time
and every time
I believe it.
But the truth is
forgetting you is
a promise
I am powerless
to keep.
You can take a tablet to halt a head ache.
You can eat a sandwich to settle a queasy stomach.
You can sleep a while to revive your weary bones.
But the self loathing?
That shit lingers on inside your head for days. And there’s nothing you can do to help that.
God, hangovers are awful.
Who knows why I do these things.
Even I don't know why I do these things!
I know they are stupid, pathetic and immature.
And yet I still do them.
I ruin peoples lives.
I fuck up people's lives because my life is fucked up too.
It's like a revenge I love to wreak, but feel guilty about,
later. When it's over.
I just don't understand myself.
I make these things happen.
I lure people into my trap, spit them out
and then ignore the consequences.
Sometimes I wonder why I drink too much, smoke too much
and delve into substance abuse...
It's to cheat myself from the truth.
I am a fuck up.
I am a fuck up who fucks up other people's lives,
just for the fucking sake of it.
You have no idea how bored I have become.
Of fucking that is.