So…

It’s so f*cking easy to break me down,
to tear me into thousands pieces,
to smash my hopes into the ground
just wheh I though it could be different.

So f*cking easy to make me small,
to make me even disappear,
to step into me brave and bold
while I’m trembling in fear.
So f*cking easy to say you sorry
when you know I will forgive
and then to say our love is glory.
But it is suicide for me.
So f*cking difficult to leave you…
Is it a sickness or despair?
I know you’re lying and I still believe you.
I can’t even imagine you’re not there.
Or may be it is what I need,
may be I’m more twisted than you
I push your buttons to the limit
just to check what I’ll make you do.

16.10.2014
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