is this what we've become? i remember things so vividly, like they only happened yesterday and now you're throwing around past tense words and i'm struggling to find a reason why.
i wasn't aware that we died.
how was the funeral? i hope the casket was big enough to fit the two of us.
was the eulogy nice? how much real information was watered down? no one will ever know the truth and you just keep pushing it away, even in this apparent afterlife.
dear coroner, i may have cheated but she stabbed me in the back. can you not see the crimson red flowing down my spine?
we may be done and over with one chapter of our lives, but the door was left swinging...
we may be done and over with one chapter of our lives, but the door was left swinging...
i guess you slammed it shut.
i can hear the repercussions in my head echo, echo, echoing till the words have numbed me and i cannot feel a thing.
you gave up everything.
a punch in the gut, a slap in the face...this hurt is more unberable than those two put together. you've got your hands around my heart and your grip is tightening, but i'm a surviver. i will survive.
i may have made this mess like a hurricane leaves destruction in it's path, but baby you came in like a wildfire and burned it all to the ground while i came back to reconstruct things.
you never even gave it a chance.
you're a fucking liar.
well, you know what the funny thing is? no matter how many times you scribble over my face in pictures, how many times you rip apart every letter i gave you and toss it into the wastebasket, set fire to the roses and destroy everything that reminds you of me...i'll still get my revenge.
remember: you can't erase memories.
i can hear the repercussions in my head echo, echo, echoing till the words have numbed me and i cannot feel a thing.
you gave up everything.
a punch in the gut, a slap in the face...this hurt is more unberable than those two put together. you've got your hands around my heart and your grip is tightening, but i'm a surviver. i will survive.
i may have made this mess like a hurricane leaves destruction in it's path, but baby you came in like a wildfire and burned it all to the ground while i came back to reconstruct things.
you never even gave it a chance.
you're a fucking liar.
well, you know what the funny thing is? no matter how many times you scribble over my face in pictures, how many times you rip apart every letter i gave you and toss it into the wastebasket, set fire to the roses and destroy everything that reminds you of me...i'll still get my revenge.
remember: you can't erase memories.
