Everything's The Same, I'm Crashing; Tomorrow's A Dying Day.

Dying for today.
Tomorrow will bring the pain.
Friday the thirteenth.
That's the day that could have been.
2 months of glory.
2 months of hate.
No matter what, it was still our day.
I hate what I've done,
and I hate my ways.
If I could go back to that week,
that's the one thing I'd change.
All the crying on the fone,
all the pain that I bring.
The thought of losing you,
losing myself, I was insane.
I didn't want it,
but I did it anyways.
You weren't ready for us,
despite what you said that day.
I wish I would have stayed.
I wish I would have never made that change.
I did, because you said things would'nt be the same;
The pain, the hate, the everything.
It was out of resentment, so the resentment I tried to change.
It seems to be here, it's all still the same.
It was never my intentions for things to go this far.
And my love is lost, I carry a broken heart.
I don't want to try again, so I try no more.
For it's every night I cry, and fall to the floor.
Broken with anger, broken again.
This will not stop, I'm forever suffering.
When you see me, don't approach me.
For I'm not interested.
I'm forever lost, without one love.
I shall always feel the shame.
Never again, it's never the same.
I fought and fought.
I can't do this again.
So here I stand,
and this is what I say.
I'm giving up
on this dying day.
Tomorrow will bring
all the memories.
This is what I feel,
I realize how it could be.
Tomorrow we'd be laughing,
hell, tomorrow we'd be dancing.
Living and loving,
We'd have made a chance.
I would buy you a gift,
some flowers, some clothes.
And we'd be planning for the beach.
Its these summer nights,
that would answer our dreams.
I'm just sorry for what I've done,
though what I've done was for you.
But look at tomorrow,
and think of what could have been.
Tonight I'll be dying,
over and over again.
I'm sorry I miss it,
I'm sorry I miss you.
So here I lay.
my heart has died for you.

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Fading Heart Beats

Sitting and waiting.
This is all he knows.
As this life unfolds,
tomorrow seems to only bring less hope.
What he has done,
the sins that haunt him;
he can not sleep.
All he can do is bleed.
Torn between this life, this reality.
Between being what he is,
and what he could be.
It's not fucking easy.
He tries to change,
But the changing ways just bring bleeding days.
He's fucking falling apart
with the situation thats in effect.
Because what changing him isn't sincere.
It's all fucking confused,
He feels like hes being abused.
Is it love? Was it ever love?
Seems in the dark we all change.
For in the public eye it's never the same.
Can this not be for the right reasons?
Can he not live a day without the world killing his faith?
Withered; he's not speaking.
Not for the drama to unfold.
withered; soon he won't be breathing;
for all the pain and suffering, day by day;
will this shit ever change?
Being forced to stay back,
he can't have his own way.
Why? because he abandons her.
But shes so confused, she doesn't
even know what she wants.
So why should he stick around?
To see what could have been?
But then again, that could also
show that his pain and suffering
was for nothingness.
He can't handle that shit.
He wants to give up and quit,
for she shows no interest
beyond what falls in secret.
He has know hope,
he has no reason.
He's in the trenches of all paradoxes.
Living is pointless.

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