Meaningless

Don’t say that you’ll call,

when you know you’re not going to.

You can’t count on me if,

I can’t count on you.

And I can’t pretend I’m fine,

when I’m bleedin on the inside.

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Now, it’s not that I don’t care,

no wait that’s a lie,

I couldn’t care less.

Cuz I’m tired,

of your excuses,

they’re all meaningless.

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Me: I’m masochistic,

you: a cautious optimistic.

But I don’t see,

through your rose colored glasses.

It would seem,

that my optimism has had it.

Chorus 1x:

Is love dead?

Everyone of us too fucked up?

All that’s left,

one night stands, and broken trust.

And we can’t pretend we’re fine,

when we’re bleedin on the inside.

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