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Empty

I don’t think that I can make it out of here.
It’s been a year and a day and I really don’t want you wait any more.
I can’t seem to find what I’ve been looking for.
Maybe I’ve been looking through the wrong door all along.
I like how you said that you were my friend.
And I like how I paid for our friendship in the end.
Why couldn’t you just tell me the truth from the very start?
You broke me in two them tore me to pieces.
Pieces that I can’t find to put back together.
I wish that time could fly so that life could be over.
I’m feeling like a spaz in a penitentiary just waiting for my chance to be free.

I’m tired of the disappointment that I bring.
I’m sick of making dumb mistakes.
I want to see the pain and hurt just float away.
I’m so sick of faking that I’m happy.
When in reality I’m not.

I might as well be a corpse, because I feel dead.
That’s just the thing; you never once cared as to what I thought.
Maybe that’s why I’m so messed up now.
I would give anything to go back to what I did have.
The old me, the good me.
I’m not the type to show my emotions very often.
But I have cried every day since…
Where do you go once you’ve hit rock bottom dead in the heart?
The only place to go is up.





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