I've been thinking about it,
and I don't want to anymore.
let me sleep, because I
have to hold you again or
kiss you or be there...
or know you're there even though
I never did; you never were.
I deserve this,
I deserved the look your mother gave me
and the pain and the hypocrisy and the guilt.
I guess I...
shouldn't have given up what I love so much.
But I have to. I can't
do it anymore, and neither can you.
I'm out of tears and I've listened to the same tracks too many times-
just let me