
Pretty Hate Machine
...written on 2006-03-29, @ 12:59 p.m.
Isn't It Funny How Everything Works Out?
I feel no guilt for not seeing those i havent seen while here in town
I feel no remorse for not spending more time with certain people.
Being home has made me open eyes...
Things change, things arn't always the same
And I am glue, old and stale
Barely holding friendships together...
What I Used to Think Was Me
Is Just a Face in My Memory
I have changed as well,
But I knew that already.
Many things have happened here
Unforgettable things
That I will forget with time
I have damaged myself
Willingly
Self destructive.
I Still Dream of Lips I Never Should Have Kissed
My fortune reads:
"Your Efforts are Budding, Results will Appear soon."
Except, what are my efforts?
Only to control and destroy.
I am fallen,
Wishing no one to pity me
Because I have done this to myself.
I'm Starting to Scare Myself
I
fucked
Sterling.
Every Fucking Reminder of Who I Used to Be
Now I will close my eyes.
I will go back to my new life
But this hell that I've created
Only i can save myself from such..
And I have yet to find my way out.
Am I Just too Stupid to Realize?
This is already a haze in my mind
I get what I deserve.
I miss the innocent one.
Never thought I would even care.
Maybe I wont, when I come back.
Its been happening.
I just stop caring about things in general.
I warned you.
Dont say I didn't.
It Comes Down to This
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