the things i do to kill myself softly with this song of pasts i never knew
the torture of words i never heard my eyes reflect images i never saw
the cold, the heat the pounding, the music
i'd die to erase the memory of what i never lived
but i'm the runner-up the b-side i can taste it in my heart
i pause to reflect on the name pushed from sighing lips i never heard it yet the knowledge alone was enough to drag the scarring blades again
kiss your dreams goodbye, sugargirl the asphalt will crack under tires under feet
the rush to arms and entanglement
a friendship based on this destroys me from the inside out
if i end up there, my contemplation will only worsen consuming me leaving me no choice but the compose that letter that will self-destruct 5 seconds after it is read
and that would be a shame, considering all the plans i've made