I could sit all night at your bedroom window the breeze gently causing the creaking,
you know more than i do that its more than the window pain, yes pain, keep going and i will listen all night pull another, yes all nighters I'm already anyway and while your killing yourself in the bathroom, you failing to hand yourself with your shortened school tie
ill lie here waiting just as you watched me fall to die laughing at ridiculous attempts to rid yourself of the guilt you still don't even know you ever had. you will never acknowledge the fact you did it cause i couldn't give enough, you couldn't accept enough and i think that may very well be the fact, full stop forget punctuation. life is screwed on so tightly to the thinest wire of string, soft at first glance, get with one touch you see the sting, you can hear their voices, echoing as though coming from the inside of a megaphone making noises void of definition nor description, know they are encouraging you to give in, give up you wont ever make this one to remember and its OK.
