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Did You Miss The Stop Sign?
Friday, June 26, 2009
'Cause your words are like bullets, and I'm the way your weapons aim.
I wonder if you know that I hang on every single word you say; you know you could tell me anything, and given my mood: I'd believe it. That's why it hurt so much. Because I honestly started to believe that you didn't want or need me: did you know it took you all of two days - maybe just a little more - to convince me of that?
This distance will be the death of me, for it feeds my insecurities.
It took you less to convince me back. ♥
You're a hurricane full of lies; and the way you're going - no one's getting out alive.
You're supposed to love me. You have to. That's the way the world works. You brought me here: you keep me here. You don't make me want to leave. I wonder if you know that I hate you. I hope you do. I hope I hurt you, too.
Sometimes, I like it when you say I'm the reason you need the drugs - because it shows that I'm killing you, just like you're killing me. Other times, it hurts. I want you to love me. I'm not that reason. He's not that reason. The 'stress' is not the reason. But we're not going to help you, unless you're going to help yourself.
So do us all a favour - would you find somebody else to blame?
I'm still proud of you.
And I hope you get to hear me say, "who gets the last laugh, now?"
Do you know I miss the old you? I'm done with being jealous of you, too - I really am. So what, you see her each morning, each night, she sleeps at your house - oh my god, she bought you a ring? She wants to marry you! - she smokes, she drinks, she probably fucks her best friend behind your back. I really don't care, to tell you the truth.
You were my best friend, and you probably still are - but I have others, now. But that doesn't mean I care about your relationship, and it doesn't mean you don't hurt me. And it doesn't mean I don't wish they'd all go back to their states so I can have my you back.
You can't come back, once you're lying in the broken glass.
I can be a bitch, too, you know.
New blog again, soon. This isn't even what I wanted to blog, just what came out.
PS: Most all the quotes are McFly's Lies
PS: Most all the quotes are McFly's Lies