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If I told you that you were beautiful, would it be enough to keep you in my arms? If I forsook everything else to hold onto this fleeting image of a perfect world, would it be enough? Then again is it ever enough for you? I don't know what I did, just tell me what I did to end up so alone. I just don't understand what's become of us, I just don't understand, I just want to understand. Is this life? Is waking up every morning to these thoughts supposed to satisfy me? Doomed to lash out at the mirror demanding answers that I will never be able to give, is this life? Where is the pleasure to accompany this pain? I strive to find happiness in a world that has only reciprocated my love with hate, this is not what he stood for, this is not what he wanted for me.

My eyes were blinded by your lies. How could I not hang on your every word? You taught me what the meaning of sweet nothings is, the sweeter your words the more they less they held. Every promise now holds a sickly taint, every word thrashes violently in my skull, convulsing, haunting me worse than any phantom. Your words contort before me, as I realize I've merely been too naive to realize all of the blue masked by every line. Your eyes, always brimming with meaning now seem devoid of all the compassion I thought they held. You loved me, you said it yourself, you whispered it in my ear with such passion and fervor, how could I not be drawn in? How is there any going back after you utter those words?

This loss consumes me; another to add to the list. I've lost one, to lose another. And I can't shake the feeling that the next funeral I attend will be my own. These dark, sultry fantasies consume my soul. These unanswered questions racing through my mind won't stop, they can't stop, they never stop. Every moment lived in doubt or apprehension. Is this the storybook ending I always imagine? What is any of this? Who are these people? Where has everyone gone? Why have your words lost all their meaning? Why have your eyes glassed over? How did your heart become so vacant? Who has taken my spot? Or did I never have one in the first place? I've tried so much, I try every day, but what's the point when none of us will ever make it out alive?

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If I told you that you were beautiful, would it be enough to keep you in my arms? If I forsook everything else to hold onto this fleeting image of a perfect world, would it be enough? Then again is it ever enough for you? I don't know what I did, just tell me what I did to end up so alone. I just don't understand what's become of us, I just don't understand, I just want to understand. Is this life? Is waking up every morning to these thoughts supposed to satisfy me? Doomed to lash out at the mirror demanding answers that I will never be able to give, is this life? Where is the pleasure to accompany this pain? I strive to find happiness in a world that has only reciprocated my love with hate, this is not what he stood for, this is not what he wanted for me.

My eyes were blinded by your lies. How could I not hang on your every word? You taught me what the meaning of sweet nothings is, the sweeter your words the more they less they held. Every promise now holds a sickly taint, every word thrashes violently in my skull, convulsing, haunting me worse than any phantom. Your words contort before me, as I realize I've merely been too naive to realize all of the blue masked by every line. Your eyes, always brimming with meaning now seem devoid of all the compassion I thought they held. You loved me, you said it yourself, you whispered it in my ear with such passion and fervor, how could I not be drawn in? How is there any going back after you utter those words?

This loss consumes me; another to add to the list. I've lost one, to lose another. And I can't shake the feeling that the next funeral I attend will be my own. These dark, sultry fantasies consume my soul. These unanswered questions racing through my mind won't stop, they can't stop, they never stop. Every moment lived in doubt or apprehension. Is this the storybook ending I always imagine? What is any of this? Who are these people? Where has everyone gone? Why have your words lost all their meaning? Why have your eyes glassed over? How did your heart become so vacant? Who has taken my spot? Or did I never have one in the first place? I've tried so much, I try every day, but what's the point when none of us will ever make it out alive?