Inconsiderate Me
by Horror Show· from Our Design
dear rosemary,
id like to fade away, so wipe the me away from your diary.
suicide whispers, in my ear and it happens alot around here.
when i said, before id sleep not to wake me if you left.
well im awake and your not here and im better off dead.
this is my last love letter to you.
its not a stunt, im well aware were through. when you think of me, remember better times.
cause ive grown to be quite selfish when i cry ...inconsiderate me...
"sitting at home for the afternoon, dont wanna go outside. sick of sun soaked concrete streets, close the blinds id rather hide, because the ghost in me, is out of key, from never keeping love. sick of pale white bedroom sheets, close your eyes, so i can die..."
you were my spine, my crutch, my breathe, my sight, my life, my death, my all. you were my hope, my fear, my love, my fear, my love, my fear, my fall.
i cant do this without you.
i cant do this without you.
ive tried, i cant, im gone,
sincerely yours..