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."