i hate that whiny emo shit, like blink 182.
well ok, we all get it.
you're a creep, you're a weirdo.
that's why you're here where you don't belong, right?
or not. i don't know if it's the cause or effect.
for you to keep exploring the depths of the garden,
for you to keep getting to know me.
the more you know me the closer you are to hell,
or maybe purgatory:
we both are and aren't friends.
i belive in you: you can find your way out.
but if you leave, i'll miss you so much.
i'll miss you too much!
that's what he told me, right?
i think that's what he told me.
i know you aren't him but
i promised not to look at you like a ghost from my past
yet i acted like i didn't see you- like i saw through you.
and i still hear you in song lyrics
and in the poems you write about me.
i think they're about me, right?
tell me i'm not crazier than you.
