Words?
Where are they?

W h e r e a r e m y w o r d s?

They're on the other side of that mountain
and I cannot see them.

Dammit, it's frustrating,
kind of pencil breaking,
makes me bang my keyboard,

I bite on my nails, all the time now.

You.
Because of you?
Nah, you're not worth it.

Surprisingly so, it doesn't bother me much.
I sort of knew all along that it wouldn't last.

We're too similar,
too different,
YOU NEVER MAKE SACRIFICES.

We're the same,
north and south,
I'M NEVER SATISFIED.

Come on now,
I thought you were "better than this".

Just kidding, I didn't really mean that.

Oh, what a bitch,
did you read between those lines?

What is this?
Crap de la crème?
Why will I never be good enough [for myself]?

Do I want to scream?
Kind of, sort of,
not really and yes.

"Double Martini, dry, and on the rocks please."