Don't make it seem like I'm the only one fighting this battle of trying
to conquer our love and our mistakes that we've made.
Don't make it seem like I'm the only one that cares about our situation.
Don't make it seem like I'm the only one that is falling in love with you.

Don't make it seem like everything is negative,
don't hold back, don't let go, don't push forward, and down crash me backwards.

You've made me accept you,
you've made me want you,
you've made me appreciate you,
you've made me confuse myself for you.

And now it seems like you've only done that to use me as a toy,
or to keep me safe in your arms at your own satisfied moments.

You've done nothing wrong,
you've done everything right.

You've done everything wrong,
and you've done nothing right.

Contradict. Sentimental. Faith. Unfaithful.
Forgive and forget. I love you, and I'd like you to know.
That, please don't let me go.

I might be taking things too fast.
But I can't help but feel a bit lost.
Misplaced and forgotten.

Ignored. Dumped.
I. Loved, yet you
push me over the edge.

I love you -- dont I know that it's false.
I adore you is more appropriate for this situation.
1:45AM, my eyes are tired but a hopeful
feeling in my stomach says you might still be awake.

You. Fucking. Bitch.
Argh, fuck you.

Stranger at my window.

You came knocking through the window panes,
when my lights were out and my eyes shut tight.
I felt your invisible hand graze my mouth,
and thoughts of you plagued my mind ever since.

My erratic heartbeats keep up with your simple words,
blah I just dont' want to loose to that cute girl
I quit. Whatever.

Silently dreaming,
I'm holding my hands out to something that seems to not be there.
An invisible solid figure, maybe of many things
maybe of little things - but all I could figure out or comprehend
was that's it definately important to me.

A slight recession in my thoughts,
just to sit down and relax but only to be bothered by the
nonexistant love that's running through my palms.
It stops right at my wrists and wraps itself around it
just to make me feel like I'm needed.

Lips quivered at the thought of being wanted,
eyes dried but watered down when truth set itself down.
Couldn't ask for something worse,
a bunch of words that I simply made up.

A hidden lie in the mix of words I speak towards
the complicated human being in front of me,
beside me, under me, above me, he goes.
The complicated being that I've felt strongly for.

The rain pours, the sun shines,
the wind blows, the day was mine.
Now I'm standing in the cold weather,
a blank t-shirt that's continuing to be damped
with the heartbroken clouds and the lonely sun.

The mood of theirs brings me down
and the words of mixed up belongings
falls towards my knees.
Am I finally free?

"人混みの中ひとりきり「寂しい」と呟く
誰も気付かない　誰も気にしない　誰もいない
私はひとり　いつもひとり　ずっとひとりで
歩いて行くのかな　とても苦しいのに".
Story of my life, even if it's a little bit drizzled
on with a bunch of salt and vinegar.

This situation is complicated.
Maybe a little - or too much.
Don't know how to piece this puzzle
into a whole or even state these sentences
into words, it's a bunch of random mixed
verses and thoughts that get stuck in the middle
of my tongue while they're trying to be poured out.

I feel a bit misplaced,
a little too far fetched.
Nicotine baths and ash filled cups.
Raped insecurities, and tired eyes
flooded with a negative and hatred mind.

I feel stupid.
I feel selfish.
I feel ...

lost.