I’m tired of creating.
I’m tired of making.
I’m tired of trying….
I hate you. I was reminded of the things that happened, through dreams of you, through being around you.
How you treated me, how demeaning it was, I was reminded of it all. A long time has since passed, yet that feeling still lingers…. I want you.
I want you back by my side. I want to be by your side. But it is the you of the past that I love so, so much. That you will never return, not from what i observed. If only that pride was gone, if only courage was there….. If only there were truth in those eyes. I can’t reach you anymore, and neither can you me.
How fated it is, that our names stay together; that we’re always together yet apart; that you’ll be the only girl standing and I, the only guy sitting.
We go our separate ways. I won’t turn and look. ‘Cos what I’ll see, is just that elite, uncaring back of yours…
I’m tired of you.
Get out….
Get the fuck out of my head…..

