You can't ever accept the fact that maybe the fault is you.
Because you've always avoided responsibility to avoid falling into a spiral of guilt but then the realization makes you feel even guiltier so you find yourself in the spiral again and start to think this is why they say try try until you die.
Although it's "succeed". But lately you find yourself interchanging the words.
They've become synonymous in that wretched dictionary of yours;
Where you keep all your emotions stored.
Because you keep forgetting their meanings.
Slimy tongues kissing your mouth;
Demons doing dirty little tricks with their lips.
And you remember the first time you kissed.
And how most of your "one night stands" have hardly been sober.
You just remember crying a lot afterwards;
Opening up to faces you don't even fucking remember;
You didn't even have their fucking number.
You're overdosing on morphine now.
Your demons doing their dirty little tricks again.
You remember the first time you kissed again.
Or do you?
c’est étrange la manière dont je peux te sentir près de moi, tandis qu’il y a ces gens qui m’entourent au quotidien. ces gens qui me paraissent si lointains; distants et détachés. je me demande, ce que ca ferait, d’avoir quelqu’un comme toi içi. mais je t’ai tout le temps dans mon coeur.