...We made the same mistakes
you're the F i'll never forget,
and i'm the L shaped scar.
because we're all failures and losers.
you're a legend in everyone's eyes,
but a failure in mine.
but my eyes can deceive me,
because leaking eyes can blur what's in front of them.
seems today like everything's a disease, a cancer.
i'm on a love diet, but i guess diet can give you cancer too.
whats the point of loving if its limited?
whats the point of living without love?
live and love are only a vowel away from being the same.
i watched moulin rouge tonight, and i learned something
"the greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love,
and be loved in return."
i guess i've never learned, because even though i've loved,
i've never been loved in return.
friends with benefits exchange body heat,
but never exchange a feeling, or a moment.
i'm just an accessory, a ring around your finger.
the only thing i don't regret is writing.
the friend was a disease, a cancer, a mistake.
writing was the cure.
.Mistakes like friends do.
- the bolded lyrics and title is Until The Day I Die by Story Of The Year
same shit, different day,
no point in writing about it
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