Nothing is what it seems to be as we continue to disagree.
so why pretend to speak so freely. as this is the end as we
gave up so easily.
i lie to myself deprive myself of help. denying the time
when i was crying the dead ryhme of my confessions. no more
intentions to be little.
i lay back and wait for this brittle body to sway to the ground....jamie
lu
when does it begin to end. forever i lend you the part of me
that pretends to hold a grasp and a dream, nothing is really
what it seems, so do play the mean role since the mad one stole
my ability to let things go.
i am so jeoulos