"I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart." -Perks Of Being a WALLFLOWER

On the first page of our story
the future seemed so bright
then this thing turned out so evil
I don’t know why I’m still surprised
even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes

but you’ll always be my hero. even though you’ve lost your mind.

Now there’s gravel in our voices
glass is shattered from the fight
in this tug of war, you’ll always win
even when I’m right ‘cause you feed me fables from your hand
with violent words and empty threats

and it’s sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied

So maybe I’m a masochist
I try to run but I don’t wanna ever leave
til the walls are goin’ up
in smoke with all our memories

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that’s all right because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry

but that’s all right because I love the way you lie.

but you’ll always be my hero. even though you’ve lost your mind.

Heartbreak, hopeless, drowning, know this.

Melodies, melancholy. endings .

Destructive destruction with no one to answer too.

Caught in the endless loop of answering to you.

Faint, exhaustion, the cycle continues.

I want to quit you.

Weakness, weary, wandering, wasted.

Endless possibility lost in helpless confusion.

Broken down and vacant.

Addicted  to this feeling.

I tried.

"but you'll always  be my hero, even though you've lost your mind."