Screaming:
I WISH I LOVED YOU.
Is it,
knowing that I don't?
or...
knowing that I never will?
or maybe even...
knowing that I never did?
that makes it hurt so much?
How come,
we fall out so quickly?
home come,
it never lasts?
Why is it that,
you burn you burn you burn
until your ashes...
blow away. With the wind, flying, fly.
Screaming:
I THOUGHT I LOVED YOU.
Is it,
knowing that I didn't?
or knowing that I won't?
or maybe even.. knowing that I do, right now...
