Thought I ran into you down on the street
Then it turned out to only be a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face but I can't recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
Seems that she disappeared without a trace
Did she ever marry old what's his face?
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face but I can't recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
The regrets are useless
In my mind
She's in my head
I must confess
The regrets are useless
In my mind
She's in my head
From so long ago
And in the darkest night
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time
Forgetting you, but not the time.
11 December, 2013
24 June, 2012
i, end
i just can't do it.
things are just getting worst for me.
i'm frustrated with myself on how i'm handling my own problems.
i should've done better.
it could've been better.
eventhough i said i'm giving up i can't.
eventhough i tried to make light of my problem, i can't.
i can't help but feeling depressed.
i even don't remember the last time i slept,
i can't remember the last time i dreamt peacefully,
i just want all of this to end
anything will do
anything.
i'd do anything.
i'd rather die, or i'd rather to not remember anything,
or whatever
getting punched, or slapped, or stabbed just so that i can think of the pain, rather than the void,
i just wanted to run, i'm tired of going through all of these
i hate this,
i don't want to face this anymore, i'm sick of it,
i'm sick of everything
i'm sick of my face, i'm sick of me, i hate myself
but i know.
i don't have anywhere to go
i don't have anywhere to run
i don't have any energy left
i can't face anyone,
i can't pretend anymore
i don't have anything left
i'm not the same guy i used to be
i'm that piece of shit that i hate
while reading these papers,
i can't think of anything at all now.
things are just getting worst for me.
i'm frustrated with myself on how i'm handling my own problems.
i should've done better.
it could've been better.
eventhough i said i'm giving up i can't.
eventhough i tried to make light of my problem, i can't.
i can't help but feeling depressed.
i even don't remember the last time i slept,
i can't remember the last time i dreamt peacefully,
i just want all of this to end
anything will do
anything.
i'd do anything.
i'd rather die, or i'd rather to not remember anything,
or whatever
getting punched, or slapped, or stabbed just so that i can think of the pain, rather than the void,
i just wanted to run, i'm tired of going through all of these
i hate this,
i don't want to face this anymore, i'm sick of it,
i'm sick of everything
i'm sick of my face, i'm sick of me, i hate myself
but i know.
i don't have anywhere to go
i don't have anywhere to run
i don't have any energy left
i can't face anyone,
i can't pretend anymore
i don't have anything left
i'm not the same guy i used to be
i'm that piece of shit that i hate
while reading these papers,
i can't think of anything at all now.
let's end this.
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