she always was a deep sleeper
Rejection is like
an ice shower in the Arctic:
Cold uncomfortable
makes me sick so sick
makes me
wish i was dead
Makes me feel unable
Makes it so hard to move on
Makes it
so hard to work and live and sleep
Make me feel so useless
Makes
my whole body
hurt
Perception is in
the eyes of the one who percieves
In
this case it's me
and I percieve in you
a longing to be
free
away from me
and onto another
i won't step on your
toes
but i can't
let you leave
I'm running out of pebbles and
out of time
I'm running out of ways
to win you back
I'm running out of pebbles on the edge of
night
I'm running out of windows no more
panes to crack