You’re going on and on about this and that which happened in the past but don’t you think its time to forget about all that and move on to something else.
The only reason you wanted me around was to make sure you had your entertainment so when the time came that somebody new and more interesting came along I was cut off as if I was nothing more than a background character in your story.
For now I have to make do with fantasising about me and you, you and me, and what we will never ever be again since you’ve been ignoring me for weeks now. And I’m at the end of my patience as well as ideas of how to catch your attention.
I have been reliving the memories I have of us trying to figure out where it all went wrong but there is no use in trying to find my tomorrow in the yesterdays with you.
I think I’m going to need sleeping pills if I wanna cure my insomnia caused by thoughts of us invading my dreams every time my eyes start to flutter closed.
Entire structures adorned with intricate details of gruesome tales and enchanting myths narrating the grim lives of roughly made up antiheros and their understudies.
Half the time I feel like I’m talking to the wall because you don’t react at all and then the shock comes when I begin to scream that I just want somebody to listen to me.