love self-hatred depression alone

destined to crash.

eyes black with bliss
open up to find the colors
dripping in
and from then on never smile again
i didn't want this for me
for you especially
but I guess that's the way
being awake

Here I am
somewhere someplace feeling weird
and there you are
perfect and complex
just as i feared
and i didn't think much of me
but you i do
but i guess that's the way
hating yourself
is doomed

just want to fade out
like the transition from noon to night
let me go
or if you can't
let me hold you tight
i can't love myself now
but you i think i might
but i guess thats the way
a hijacked plane flies

destined to crash