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such a fool i am for believing that this would ever come true

that there would ever be a me, that there would ever be a you



that there would ever be anyone there who ever really cares

that i could ever hold anything in this glove that somehow resembled love



some things just aren’t meant to become

like me with anyone, this heart is so numb

some things just aren’t meant to be seen,

i’ll dig myself a hole, because i wasn’t meant to be



sick of being a slave, just dig an early grave

sick of being alone, my existance is unknown

sick of walking the line, thinking everything’s fine

life is so full of traps, should just give up and collapse



take a look just one last time, before you lock the doors and leave it behind

is this what you’ve turned me into, or is it what i’ve been all along?

this disease will never leave, it doesn’t matter what you mean to me

don’t try to make me believe that there’s anything between us,

because i know there isn’t



if there was a god, even he’d turn his back on me

just like everyone and everything i’ve set my eyes upon

you’re all just fragments and memories i’m sure to forget

you’re all just pieces of me and destinations i’ve never met