In response to your nonexistent suicide that never was I can only say good day to you my lonely lovely almost best friend
and in conclusion of your remote and unresponsive audience I must only say my apologies and better luck time next
Hopefully you'll draw a better crowd next time around
and so it goes with any young undead
you'll live to see tomorrow and you will still die another day
How lovely and depressing is our reality and slight existing
I thought I saw your mouth moving but I suppose you were only dancing
I guess you might have been singing along but I didn't hear any music for any melancholy song
About your new start, I have my doubts
You're falling behind and haven't even left the ground
We thought they were stars but the city lights were just playing tricks in our eyes
It was a shock and surprise but I guess I'm getting over the unreal reality that follows you and I
You're too wrong for me with every twist of fate from your bright eyes to your sugar toned smile
You wrote your love letters on my bloody knees and you thought you could fix me
But I'm bruising easy and the scratches are still bleeding
I thought I saw you dancing but you were just checking your reflection
Maybe you were humming but I only heard the air conditioner running
and the bumps on my arms weren't from fear, I was just freezing
So damn anemic
I'm not afraid of starting again, I'm just afraid in general I guess
About your fresh start, I have my doubts
You made my cry, not once, not twice but countless times
And you're oh so wrong for me, from start to dreadful finish
But it seems such a sham to give in when this was
almost the loveliest thing I have ever seen
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Submission Name: It Was Almost Lovely
