So since you’ve been so warmhearted with other girls while pushing me away at the same time I’ve come to realize that no one really cares about my feelings, but that’s ok, really, it is.
I don’t know if you’re trying to overcompensate or not but it leaves my wrists raw.
I’m being dragged down too, ya know. The sides are steep and the hole at the top is getting smaller as we dig deeper hopelessly searching for gold. But what if we don’t find it? Tell me what we’re going to do when we find rocks and animal bones hidden in a world we thought was ours.
My love, we cannot clear away all of the carcasses in our world-there are too many, there is no hope. Perhaps we’re both tricking ourselves with fools gold, hallucinations or day dreams. But either way this cloying affliction with your changing frame of mind has drained me void of any tenderness.
You’re wounded, I’m wounded. Together we barely make a whole, when you’re suffering I suffer too; that just isn’t fair. You’re concrete feet, you’re weighing me down, you’re too heavy and I am too weak. I simply cannot fend for the both of us.
