You ran away, you're all the same.
It's sad; sometimes out of an entire batch of souls, you pick the one that will never give what you give. They'll bulild you to your greatest heights, take the very best of you, and split.. and leave you wanting so much fucking more. You give and give and give some mother fucking more and you're completley blind to the fact that they're not giving back a god damn thing. Your heart is blind. It's getting satisfaction from the wrong person. So you keep going. You're starting to feel used up. Completley numb, and empty all around. You consider giving up, but no, you can't. You believe in this relationship. They're just going through some shit. They'll come around, if you give them space. They would never give up on you, right? Wrong. You're dead fucking wrong. They've been plotting to give it up for awhile now, while they've been painting themselves behind their deciet, just waiting for the perfect time to throw everything away. And as they walk around not giving a shit, you stand to the side, knowing that your dumb ass would have their dumb ass back in a heart beat. It's sad. It's my life."I celebrate all music;
I don't put them into catagories and decide that I'm gonna like 'just this' or 'I'm just gonna like this music,' I love what I
like, and, fuck you if you don't like it."
-Corey Taylor. ?
por favor? :)
