i thought i was my usual self. were you thinking you were acting the same? i doubt it. everytime i came messing around,beating on the same shit we used to have, you clam off on a cold meat and i was the one left feeling stupid.more of an ass who was doing all the silly attempts to get us on track(if there has been any) but was left gaping on the road alone.
so i have to resort to my usual antics. i have to get off the hook and get myself out of the picture to keep myself from being hurt again. and the jerk in you. you come running around flirting with the same person who had me on a suicide yesterday. and on your silly little game of emotional conning,you dare tell the public you were the one who was left sore and bruised,while keeping them guessing who the culprit is. and i did try getting off the scene. you murk of a donkey. why do you have to keep pulling me in?
maybe you're cursing me in your dreams too. there's something deep inside of you that had wanted me to hurt. to bleed. why?
i won't dare take the responsibility. you were giving me the assumptions. but i could be wrong.but what if i was right?why do you have to keep me guessing?why should i be left hanging on a thin thread of hope , of tangled mass of doubts and a steady weight of guilt?
those tears you saw may not be for you. i was letting go. and i did let go. why do you have to suffer for something i wanted to leave behind? and why do you have to hurt me for something you were hurting for?
stop. please. dont let us both suffer.
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