prove me wrong

just once

so that i can say

i'm sorry

so that i can learn

a bright side

we all love...

but to be right

this once,

it's not worth it

the truth is

i'm a sentimental junkie
and i'll thrive with a broken heart
designed to stand the test of time
and to dig my own grave.


built on the junk of
sentiment and lust.
burned by the fires
that fizzle too fast.

and when you feel like you're rebuilding,

it's all actually crumbling from beneath

just holding out for an ending

hoping maybe this time...

it may be the last time