The sun is in my eyes but not in the trees.
The clouds are moist but only I feel the rain.
The flies are swarming your kitchen and they're stuck in the windows.
We don't meet half way because we don't meet at all.
I tried giving you what you wanted, but you don't know what you want.
And these words may be so simple, but they're all you'll ever get.
And these days may be so short lately, but they seem so long to me.
Box after box filled with our different memories.
Our memories clash and you'll argue that I was too young.
The sunlight screeches through the tree's and stings my eyes.
I had to look up though.
I had to attempt to see your next step.
Your next verdict.
Your next accusation.
That lullaby shouldn't be playing.
I've heard it far too much.
It's not time for sleeping yet, not that that fimiliar song would help, though.
I'm exhausted but sleep is foreign to my brain.
I'm ill and so are they.
I'm smiling but I'm empty and there's nothing you could change.
I don't think it should happen this way. But I don't think we're all the same.
The way we think and the way we move, has plagued my mind since I shook your hand.
The way and what you choose to see, isn't up to me anymore.
I don't know why I'm in this.
You spark nice thinking rarely.
I don't think I'm wasting my time.
Maybe time is always wasted.
Maybe my time isn't worth that much anyways.
I miss the way everyone was pissed off at each other secretly.
I miss old friends. They were so good to me.
I've found a light in this darkness, but she's still so far away.
I don't know what to do with myself here.
All I do is put off cleaning and swipe your cigarettes.
Bon Iver has soothed my soul, when I don't need it that bad.
I don't need many things that bad.
I know that nothing
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