Zinniss

When we, were younge. When we, were dumb. When we, were numb. When we, were fun. I remember, liking you. I remember, fighting you. I remember, trying you. I remember, writing you. I was, loving you. I was, trusting you. I was, wondering you. I was, leaving you. Now I'm, lusting you. Now I'm, touching you. Now I'm, wanting you. Now I'm, clutching you. But now, I hate you. I used to date you? I won't wait on you. No more bait for you. I'm now alone. Rotting to the bone. Your now unknown All has been shown. Back when we were younge, and we were dumb.

Who am I? What am I? To you? I know exsactly what I am. Where I stand. Who I am. I am the OTHER girl. I am the OTHER one. And I know that all boys must hate me... With an unfading love...

He seemed to have forgotten, What it all meant to me. I'll admit, I might have forgotten too. I just didn't even think, That the day would ever come. But it will so soon, sooner than you think. But just as it was right there, and I waited so long. It seemed I had forgotten... Why I wanted it at all.

I gotta remind myself. That it was never real. That he could never feel. I gotta remind myself. To always laugh in the mirror. Just to make myself see clearer. To remind myself... That love is just a joke to him. So if he needs a laugh... Give me a call.

He takes control of me. He makes me feel like I'm someone else. He takes me to a place where I can't find my way out... Well, find my way out alive. Do I scream to be out of here? Cause I keep falling and falling, when will I disappear? I need help out of here! Cause he keeps pushing me further, and further back to himself. Nothings been so wrong, but ever felt so right in this place. Do I disappear now? Now I'm walking, and running. Further back to you.

I guess I'm a girlfriend. That only looks like a boyfriend. When theres a girlfriend, I act like a boyfriend. When theres a boyfriend, I know I'm the girlfriend. When my boyfriend, acts like a girlfriend. Or a girlfriend, acts like a boyfriend. It becomes a girlfriend. Or just a boyfriend. "Somebody told me you had a boyfriend, that looks like a girlfriend." -The Killers

For a split second. It was shared. For a single minute in life. We had a connection. It felt kinda stupid. For me to think this way. I feel kinda stupid. For me thinking this is real. Who goes this far? I fear only I do. Who goes this deep? I think its just me. Anyway, like I was saying. However, there was this one time. When you clicked a link. So I remembered. When you just listened. As I recall... You then shared a connection. It was only a second. I then shared a link. It will stay there forever.

Don't be so down! Don't be so in the now! Don't have a frown! Its really that easy! Although, its cheesy. And a tad bit sleazy. Nobody cares. About musical chairs. Only about theirs, and their twisted affairs. Okay so its sad, and it might make you mad. But what can you do? Everyone's fake. Just give us a break! Everyones dead. On the inside. But they'll close their eyes. To all their lies. How entertaining! To stare at their paintings! So don't go complaining! When it starts raining! Just think about you! It won't leave you blue! It may chew at you. Because now your screwed! We can't help you so. Just go with the flow. But no one wil

"You may do as you please. All that we ask in return is for your complete silence." Silence. The streets were once covered. In a parade. An uproar. A valley of self-worth. Now, it is silent. Silent. The indifference we face to everything. Silent. Once running and yelling for change. Saying we won't put up with this. Now it is silent. And everyone. is "happy".