So if you can't stay, walk away slowly. Rip the plaster off bit by bit, piece by piece. Because I'd rather feel that than nothing at all.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The Goodbye Song
So if you can't stay, walk away slowly. Rip the plaster off bit by bit, piece by piece. Because I'd rather feel that than nothing at all.
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i don't swing that way.. i hate goodbye!
or never say good bye.
Without pain...we'd never know the meaning of true joy.
Get well, friend.
<3
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and don't stop.
no...this is the last
possible thing that could ever
happen to us...
i won't let this happen...
But please don't go. The night we hung out was the happiest I had felt in ages. I need to feel that happy again. Please don't go.
Just go now and put me out of my misery.
My heart still aches when I think about how perfect I felt in your arms.
So I've been trying not to think about it.
I've failed and I still think about you as I fall asleep. And first thing when I wake up.
Will that ever change?
If you don't go, i will. I love you but you don't love me, that's the end of the story
I wish it was as easy as I'll go if you won't... because I love him and he doesn't love me.
...And I'm not sure I like the feeling of the plaster being ripped piece by piece. It hurts. I'm sure it's much better than feeling nothing at all, but it hurts.
I'm never gonna dance again, the way I dance with you.
I suppose this really is goodbye.
Oh man, that's some heavy stuff there.
Today the story begins with "once upon a time and ends... however you want it to."
On a dim...
whats the reason behind using the same pic as friday's post?
goodbye will killing me...
Stay.
And with each and every step you take; my heart learns a new, more painful way to break.
Please, don't go. I can't fathom this world without your hand clasping to mine.
no...this is the last
possible thing that could ever
happen to us...
i won't let this happen*...
Dude...I love your blog. Beautiful this post was. It basically summed up what I'd wanted to say in one of my most recent posts on my blog, but your version sounds heavenly and mine sounds like a mess. Love it.
I guess that's why you let me do it, just so you could feel something. You shouldn't have done it. Now we both got hurt.
painkillers make a disillusioned world baby.
There's no pain even though my heart's broken
and i'm over my head
in my own blood.
read twitter. seen the new pic. love the post after this too.
that's splatters of blood on the road, innit...?
And you're doing a damn good job at it. So please rip a little faster. Make me feel more pain. Because nothing would make me feel more alive.
And alone.
You say God put spaces in our fingers for others to fill them, but ever since you left I've had to fill my own.
You Are AmaiZzZzing :D
keep it Up sweety
i like all worlds you wrote it
and ,,
i hate goodbye
That hurts. In a good way.
But geez... that pain is insane.
i wished things doesnt have to end this way...
I hated being the one to rip it away like that. I'm sorry, and I feel the pain acutely as well. Setting up the barriers again.. it was for our own good. I hope you understand one day why I had to do it.
I just moved 2000 miles away from you.
Thanks for not giving up.
You're the only boy I look at.
very deep shit
I wish it was easy to let go, but you make it so hard on me. Make up your mind. I've proven how much I care about you. Now it's your turn. I'm scared you'll disappoint me.
Please don't.
The only way I can do this on my own is slowly, even though I want to rip through layers quickly I can't do it any faster. I have to go with the flow and not against the grain. I have to be okay with the process.
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