You're a spectator of this self of mass destruction. Impossible to salvage, far beyond repairable. I've grown dim, I am close to burning out. You won't be able to catch me; i am falling, falling so fast.

S

At one point in time, i thought you were the best thing to have ever happened to me. Now im starting to think that you were the worst, and i'm sorry to have ever met you.

And if we turned back time could we learn to live right

We broke
Everything that was right
We both enjoyed a good fight
And we solved
All the holes we had to breathe
To make the other one leave

And I loved the way you looked at me
And i miss the way you made me feel
When we were alone
When we were alone

and I'll shiver just for you
And I'll leave him just for tou
And i'll shiver just for you
And I'll leave him just for you

We stole
Every moment we had to make
To make the other one feel bad
And we hoped
That we could be what we knew
We'd never We'd never turn out to be real

Perhaps I'm blinded by these rose tinted glasses...but for as long as I am happy I will not complain nor will I accentuate the drama.

For the first time in months, i find myself defeated; wallowing in self pity, drowning in hysterical puddle of tears.
There's no one to blame really. I did this to myself. But if only now if I could find a way out, or if someone could lend me a hand out of this pit and help me mend my broken self.. or even somewhat restore minimally what was there before..