it's funny how your fake fake believing your not even who you say you are stop pretending like you know how i feel pain pain pain... pleasure i don't want to find time to talk about it it does no good your bloody face brings me joy your fine confort brings me pain the darkness of your eyes the way you stare you wonder how or what you did to upset me you wouldn't even know if i tell you it does no good you lie you bleed live... die... come back... leave me alone... think... closely... what you do to destroy me...do you understand?...
answer me... give me questions... hate me for the answers i give... i hate you for the questions.
I care. Do you understand? Oviously not.
do you understand!
balmung_death touch · Tue Aug 07, 2007 @ 03:50am · 0 Comments |