if i could do one thing now,
i'd masking tape up my fucking mouth,
and ice up everything i'm feeling currently.
'cause i don't wanna get mad.
and i don't want the words that spill out to spoil everything.

your words cut bad, y'know that.
i can't tell if you've changed, or i've changed.
thankyou for boosting my morale.
i needed your encouragement and support so badly.
hell, i was counting on you to back me up, when no one else would.
they crushed me.
you can just take a knife and slice my heart to shreds.
it fucking killed me to hear those words from you.

& now i wonder, am i a bad friend then?
is everything everyone said true?
i'd like to say that nothing you say can affect me.
but that'd be lying to myself again.
you're screwing my fucking emotions upside down.

i haven't been myself lately.
somehow i feel, i'm forcing myself to be happy.
yeah, i had fun.
but now i'm ignoring the second person who means something.
'cause i just have my hands full.

was it my fault all along then?
i have no fucking idea at all,
i don't have a clue if i'm being oversensitive.
but your words were phrased such that they cut deep.
was that intentional then, or were you being an idiot?
tell me, who's the fool?

i'm sorry bigger kid.
i've been the lousiest person to you.):

& everything you said to me put me on my knees.
it's so hard to believe in you
i'm not quite clear what i should do.

tell me how to stop the tears pretty please.
they're making the urge stronger than ever.
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