Tuesday, January 27, 2009
"Do you love me? You don't even know me."
I think I know why I do it. Its not the attempts to forget but its the attempts of conjuring something up. I chemically bleach my brain to reach this certain high, where all I want to do is just be left alone with my thoughts (more than usual on normal days) and a cigarette in the other hand and lay and try to fade away. Im not fazed about the loud music cause they're secondary to my thoughts and the lights, oh, they take me to a whole new level.
Thing is I don't want anyone to pull me up, What I want is someone to take a spot beside me in silence. Not everyone can be saved, I guess that's what you thought you could do. I don't want to be saved, and I don't need to be rescued. I never asked you to.
"... and I know you'll be leaving ...
you put a crown on my head
but Im wishing you never had,
cause now I've less than I ever had."