Ugh i hate that i have the urge to text you as quick as possible everytime

I've stabbed people in the back
No repercussions
Nothing
They don't know it
Still come to my house
Checking up on me
Or maybe they know
And just put on a facade
I hope they forgive me
Because i do love them
I was just too young to understand
That the glass was shattered and what they were getting is the sharp edges cutting their soul
And imagining they know all of these
With a smile flows like breeze
Give me a sense of unease
Nearing the brink of getting caught
And the hope of mercy i fear i'll lose
Each
And every second

I
I
I
Am
Trying
To
Be
Nice
I
I
Refrain
Slowly im dragged again
Ķðiif
Now
Whatev3r

Can you guys stop putting people between difficult choices?
Can you guys just know your boundaries?
Can you just read the room? Please?

You don't reply to me for hours
The minute you reply,
You ask for something that ain't ours
No "how are you baby?
"Have you eaten ***?"
Nothing

Just go straight to complaining
Are all girls like that?
I'm trying here
Waiting for you to text me
Or am i just to naive?
Cause i don't speak your native?

I'm worried
On standby
Always chaneling my anger outside
So you can come home
With an open heart, with open arms
You can speak nicely to everyone but me
I only speak like that to you and my family

Dry nights,
You should go now or forever lie
I know,
We're tied thin on a string

Rainy nights,
Bite my lips or forever lie
Everynight
We're counted as sheep for a dream

Funny then
On your shoulder i'd be fuzzy then
But right now
My head ain't heavy from the pain

"To either remedy the past and or obviously to relive the horrifying effects of falling"
Girl, this game, you played your part
And my weekends, torn apart
I know i want you. I know you want me

It's pattently obvious that when we lock eyes
i fall for the dragging voids in those gazes
And how they slowly set me back in time
Aluring the previous indistinguishable phrase

"To either remedy the past blablabla"

Yet, the ominous thunder i vaguely see for the storm, is the exact feeling of novelty taken from memories i don't expect to come from the constant disappearance and fading footsteps as we crosspath, and just slowly panning our sights away from each other. Walking away towards our preordained plans and destinations.

"To either remedy the past blablabla" now i'm ready to fall again

I know you want me
I know i want you

I know what you see in me
And i know how to devise something
And you know how i like you to deceive me
We will tarnish
The vanishing confidence that stays stationary at our point of interest tightly wraps us around our neck, making us gasping for answer or maybe in stark just to ask something in prolongation for dilatation.
It's a cliche when i'm talking about time and space dilatation, but elation sprouts when i see your eyes dilate, knowing you're also played and your tide rushes in. You get high for the ominous curiosity that endearingly suspends you upsidedown, getting most of your bloods flow to your head. Now your face is red, blushing. And i'm the lush that is so ready to bite that lip of yours or just graze my fingers upon your face, than your lips, the back of your neck. Then i carefully pull you towards me. Carressing your wall until it crumbles, then i will stack the bricks again to make sure that i'm inside that wall now.

Who's in control? We're both creatures compiled by a little bit of pride, so without further ado, "playing hard to get" will commence.

I know that you're a bit jealous of whom i'm with now, but you should also know that i'm jealous if you find somebody else. Let alone that, i'm jealous even when you talk to somebody else.