Thursday, February 3, 2011

memories, they cut like knives.

now i know we said things, did things that we didn't mean and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine. but your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me but when it comes to love you're just as blinded.
maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems; maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano, all i know is - i love you too much to walk away though.. next time, there will be no next time. i apologize even though i know it's lies and i'm tired of the games.

try and touch me so i can scream at you not to touch me, run out the room and i'll follow you like a lost puppy .. baby, without you, i'm nothing, i'm so lost, hug me; then tell me how ugly i am, but that you'll always love me .. then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs that we'll have each other's backs, cos we're that lucky

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