iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
- Messages
- 8,351
I feel fucking dope sick.
As though I am striving to get off this terrible drug,
but the power of it is overwhelming.
So I give in, and let you consume me once again.
You are my bullet with butterfly wings, my dear.
And this last time,
I think I really took it over the edge,
where maybe you'll just walk away now.
We've both said some pretty terrible things,
Mine, I didn't mean.
But I think I have to push you far,
to get you away from me.
I'm not strong enough to get away
from you on my own. I can't.
One look at you, to this day
and I still fucking melt.
I wanted to save you from this world
of all evil, and love you.
And love you forever.
But you are killing me inside.
Can you honestly think of a way,
to tell the person you love,
that they are ruining your life,
in a nice way?
I didn't mean to tell you
on the corner that I hope you fucking die.
But there are no "I'm sorry's"
big enough to mean it.
You don't want to listen anyway.
You said I've made up my mine,
and I'm out of your life.
But I'm craving you.
I didn't mean what I said.
Did I push you too far over the edge?
Where maybe you should have
gone along time ago.
I wouldn't be sitting here again
wondering why this is going on again.
If I was just strong enough
to leave you when I should have.
But it seems to me that
I want to give you the world
and take it away from you
whenever I feel like it.
And I'm sorry for that. But I can't keep doing this.
Because I'm just setting myself up
to fall down again.
And I don't want to take you with me.
As though I am striving to get off this terrible drug,
but the power of it is overwhelming.
So I give in, and let you consume me once again.
You are my bullet with butterfly wings, my dear.
And this last time,
I think I really took it over the edge,
where maybe you'll just walk away now.
We've both said some pretty terrible things,
Mine, I didn't mean.
But I think I have to push you far,
to get you away from me.
I'm not strong enough to get away
from you on my own. I can't.
One look at you, to this day
and I still fucking melt.
I wanted to save you from this world
of all evil, and love you.
And love you forever.
But you are killing me inside.
Can you honestly think of a way,
to tell the person you love,
that they are ruining your life,
in a nice way?
I didn't mean to tell you
on the corner that I hope you fucking die.
But there are no "I'm sorry's"
big enough to mean it.
You don't want to listen anyway.
You said I've made up my mine,
and I'm out of your life.
But I'm craving you.
I didn't mean what I said.
Did I push you too far over the edge?
Where maybe you should have
gone along time ago.
I wouldn't be sitting here again
wondering why this is going on again.
If I was just strong enough
to leave you when I should have.
But it seems to me that
I want to give you the world
and take it away from you
whenever I feel like it.
And I'm sorry for that. But I can't keep doing this.
Because I'm just setting myself up
to fall down again.
And I don't want to take you with me.
