*I published this awhile back but then deleted so here it is again*
with simple things recognized lives change
people no longer the same
everything altered due to an admittance
some things are better left to the dead
from now on I'm gonna stick to lying
I think it's a better option than the truth
Head held high
yes I'm proud
and that's something that will never go away
come on try to break me I dare you too
dumb little boy
you wanna play games
fine then let them begin
I thought you were above that with me
but obviously not
truth: I cried all the way home last night
why wouldn't I?
I've lost you
yet again this always seems to happen
except this time
I'm the one that became obsolete
never enough
never what you wanted
that's fine
but you didn't have to hold me
Yet I remain here
and I'm glad I walked away last night
but I refuse to speak
so let your tone change
I hope you have fun holding your new whore
whoever she may be
she can be under your thumb
because you figured out a little too late
I can't be controlled
so go to hell
and have fun explaining
why I'm not at the wedding
One more failure
in your mother's eyes
"these are the roles we chose to play. I mean, look at us, sitting out here on this dock in front of the same house we've been haunting for years. We're practically ghosts of our former selves, and honestly, I don't think anyone really remembers what they're mad about anymore."
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