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MakeUp Smeared Eyes
by brokenimages at 9/21/2013 6:02:33 PM
Left your t-shirt in my room. Still smells of you. And the picture you hung on the door, lay smashed. Picture perfect.
It explains now, clearly. Nothings left, but a memory. We only made-out, you never kissed me. That's how I learned to hold back all feeling.
Wait, please don't go. I won't stay. All these words on replay. I'm okay. It's alright. Good to know that you're fine. Pretending everything is right, to make it better. I hide my make-up smeared eyes, to show that I tried.
Somehow you have managed to get under my skin more than anyone ever did. And every hole makes a scar & every scar marks it place then I will never live freely without your trace. And it'll never be fair. I wrote my songs for you & you never even cared.
So I'll forget you. I'll wash your tshirt. Kill the pillow & cut you out of pictures.
Wait. Please don't go. I won't stay. All these words on replay. I'm okay. It's alright.. Good to know that you're fine. Pretending everything is right, to make it better. I'll hide my make-up smeared eyes.
And this drama filled fest is all my fault, I guess. But you told me that pretending is for the best. I held out as far I could go. Do you miss me? I really like to know.
You're left with a feeling I let go.
You're left with a feeling I let go.
You are just a feeling I let go..
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