I Don't Like It Like This / I Wanted You To Feel The Same
"words fail me all the time
I don’t even feel like talking
still I go on and on
I’m dying here and you keep walking
why are you asking me this?
can’t you see I’m trying?
I don’t like it like this
no I think I’m dying
I can’t calm down at all
panic is what panic feels like
can’t we just stay silent?
speaking now seems far too violent
why are you asking me this?
can’t you see I’m trying?
I don’t like it like this
no I think I’m dying"
I don’t even feel like talking
still I go on and on
I’m dying here and you keep walking
why are you asking me this?
can’t you see I’m trying?
I don’t like it like this
no I think I’m dying
I can’t calm down at all
panic is what panic feels like
can’t we just stay silent?
speaking now seems far too violent
why are you asking me this?
can’t you see I’m trying?
I don’t like it like this
no I think I’m dying"
The Bitter-sweet irony caught up with me. The words, the images the smallest things, that tear me up inside. Sometime earlier I said I don't know what this feels like. Deep down inside I remember, I absolutely refuse to admit it, I hate it, I'd much rather die than cry. Ironic day. I need to sleep, and as i mold my face into my pillow, all I'm asking myself is how things turned out this way. This seems to be the question of the century.
If you want to know, put the pieces together. Its half and half, I feel as divided as I always do. It was Marie Antoinette, and the sweet cake they ate. It was feeling something, when i cannot make head or tail of what to feel. Its the indecision, the uncertainty, the lesser of two evils. Its the paradox, between the lie and the truth. Its the blasphemy on my bitter lips. Its the beat, the music, the rush, of things i will never admit. I love irony, I love bitter sweet, I love a lot of things...
I don't need to have it just because I love it. I need a plastic smile, to be unable to speak from the heart, just because its an organ I cannot find it. I need to numb out, fall into infinity, and
pretend,
pretend like
I don't care.
If you want to know, put the pieces together. Its half and half, I feel as divided as I always do. It was Marie Antoinette, and the sweet cake they ate. It was feeling something, when i cannot make head or tail of what to feel. Its the indecision, the uncertainty, the lesser of two evils. Its the paradox, between the lie and the truth. Its the blasphemy on my bitter lips. Its the beat, the music, the rush, of things i will never admit. I love irony, I love bitter sweet, I love a lot of things...
I don't need to have it just because I love it. I need a plastic smile, to be unable to speak from the heart, just because its an organ I cannot find it. I need to numb out, fall into infinity, and
pretend,
pretend like
I don't care.
"I sometimes got so tired of our game
I wanted you to feel the same
And did I say I liked you on the plane?
I wanted you you to feel the same
I wanted you you to feel the same
It breaks my heart to say that when I was in pain
I wanted you to feel the same
But nothing gets you really
It's a shame
I can't believe you didn't feel a thing
I wanted you to feel the same
And did I say I liked you on the plane?
I wanted you you to feel the same
I wanted you you to feel the same
It breaks my heart to say that when I was in pain
I wanted you to feel the same
But nothing gets you really
It's a shame
I can't believe you didn't feel a thing
I wanted you you to feel the same"
I'm tired of feeling lonely
Labels: Fragile things and somethings and somethings and somethings
posted by Seython at 10:25 pm
2 Comments:
Get the song, its worth the time. Same place as usual.
9 posts left, 9 crimes as well. I don't find the comfort and solitude i used to in writing here.
My new Blog is for people who can find it, and people who want to see it.
I intend to post photos here. I don't have the heart to kill this.
I want to make the last few count. But I don't think thats possible right now.
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