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On the first page of our story the future seemed so bright, then this thing turned out so evil i don't know why i'm still surprised.
Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take that to new extremes but you'll always be my hero even though you've lost your mind. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn but that's all right because i like the way it hurts just gonna stand there and hear me cry, but that's all right because i love the way you lie.
Now there's gravel in our voices glass is shattered from the fight in this tug of war, you'll always win even when i'm right cause you feed me fables from your hand with violent words and empty threats and it's sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied . So maybe i'm a masochist, i try to run but i don't wanna ever leave til the walls are goin' up in smoke with all our memories.
It's morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face, smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night. So i can push you off me try and touch me so i can scream at you not to touch me, run out the room and i'll follow you like a lost puppy, without you, i'm nothing, i'm so lost
hug me, then tell me how ugly i am, but that you'll always love me. Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
that we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills, i may have hit you three times, i'm startin' to lose count but together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain

our love is crazy, we're nuts, but i refused counsellin' this house is too huge, if you move out i'll burn all two thousan square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it with you i'm in my fuckin' mind, without you, i'm out it...

Honey, Honey.

Lately i've been hard to reach, i've been too long on my own everybody has a private world where they can be alone are you calling me? are you trying to get through, are you reaching out for me, like i'm reaching out for you? I'm just so fuckin' depressed, i just can seem to get out this slump if I could just get over this hump but i need something to pull me out this dump, i took my bruises, took my lumps fell down and i got right back up but i need that spark to get psyched back up i don't know how or why or when i ended up in this position i'm in i'm starting to feel distant again so i decided just to pick this pen up and try to make an attempt. I need a new outlet, i know some shit's so hard to swallow and i just can't sit back and wallow in my own sorrow but i know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow one tough act to follow i'll be one tough act to follow here today, gone tomorrow but you have to walk a thousand miles in my shoes, just to see what it's like, to be me i'll be you, let's trade shoes just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain, you feel mine go inside each other's mind just to see what we find look at shit through each other's eyes but don't let them say you ain't beautiful, they can all get fucked. I think i'm starting to lose my sense of humor everything is so tense and gloom i almost feel like i gotta check the temperature in the room just as soon as i walk in it's like all eyes on me so i try to avoid any eye contact because if i do that then it opens a door for conversation like i want that... i'm not looking for extra attention i just don't want to be just like you blend in with the rest of the room maybe just point me to the closest restroom i don't need no fucking man servant trying to follow me around and wipe my ass laugh at every single joke i crack and half of them ain't even funny like, you're so funny, you should be a comedian, god damn unfortunately i am, but i just hide behind the tears of a clown so why don't you all sit down? listen to the tale i'm about to tell hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles. Nobody asked for life to deal us

with these bullshit hands we're dealt, we have to take these cards ourselves and flip them, don't expect no help now i could have either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned or take this situation in which i'm placed in and get up and get my own i was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags who sat on the porch and hoped and prayed for a dad to show up who never did i just wanted to fit in at every single place every school i went i dreamed of being that cool kid even if it meant acting stupid don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful.