i fell again.. too deep.
this time it sunk me in - a false comfort
was something that was loaned to me..
maybe next time i should try to stay away from it.
i clung to that string of hope, held it tighter
than i ever wanted to hold you. it was my solace. not
you. it seems like it was attached to you, though.
i woke up numb the morning after. maybe it was the beam
still affecting me. maybe it was you. maybe it was just
the fact that this wasn't the first time i'd fallen into
that deep, dark abyss known as your promise of love. yeah,
i believed you for the third time. and yeah, i got screwed
over for the 3rd time. i don't feel a thing, though. i'm
gonna make this little situation my bitch. drink it - maybe
even use it for motivation...
.. a fire is always started by a match anyway. that match is
just one tiny thing - in this case, the little piece of shit
thing called US. that match grew, to the big possibility of
US..
.. boy, look at this fire now. it shines brighter than your
eyes ever did. it burns deeper than the thoughts of you in
my mind ever did. it's truer than we ever were.