don't plead, please, you're too good at talking
but your words don't hold weight, they're just the things you say when
you're looking for entertainment
if you hear this, turn it low
don't try to resist, just go
i don't believe it but i know
she's getting in the way
you're never one to stay
home
i don't reach for you when i wake anymore
i can't breathe for you, these lungs are so sore
and i won't bleed for you, that's what your veins are for
she's more
suited than i am
she'll make you a better man
so go
home
it seems funny to me that i wrote this about someone hurting me, and that i managed to hurt someone/destroy a close friendship in the process of moving on from that pain. argh, people - why aren't we less ignorant and more careful?
you'll probably never see this, but just in case you do -- i'm so sorry i wasn't more careful. i'm sorry i was so naive. i'm sorry i couldn't be who you wanted me to be, for you. and i'm really sorry because our band would have been incredible. thank you for your contributions to my life - i wouldn't be the same without knowing you.
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