complications that revolve around a ruined mind
really are more cheap than profound
only an impossible mess
spreads his pain on to others like i did
i couldn’t look at you let alone lay my hands on you
because i’m ashamed of what i’ve done
i expect bottled up desires i’ve always craved for
only to be led on to disappointment time and time again
there’s nobody to blame
not you, not even me
i know that much
i demand more than i deserve
the little things to you really set me off
but there are many things i can live without
as with this disease of a life
one thing’s for sure
don’t ever cry for me again
even when i die
something that’s never there isn’t anything wasted
i’ll pull through
i’m angry, sad, longing, frozen in time
and definitely losing hope by the day
i just wish you are well
you mean that much to me
