Life was better when I was dying. There was no trace of any lying.
Now my eyes are steady crying. My outside’s alive, my insides are dying.
If I left the world today, what would be remembered of the things you say?
“Oh, how I loved you yesterday!”
(because you left the world today).
The moments that mattered were all hate and rage... we both simply felt we were trapped in a cage.
“It's you!” “It’s me!” It was never “us”... hearts were broken with lack of trust.
We were searching for love, but only found hell. We both end up dying, because we fell.
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Messaging with my significant other trying to resolve an emotional conflict, the words I messaged were in rhythm.