ThatDamKat

Nothing left me feeling quite so numb, hold me down cause I guess it's my turn. A history that writes itself when it's all okay. Found myself and I disappear, because why would I stick around? Self-respect and self-awareness, rarely merges, only in magnitude, the pain in disagreement. Always all or nothing, no in-between. Nothing quite so sublime, the real sin is time gone to waste, but she's waiting for something, and I'm just caught in-between. Would rather be alone than feel that way again, shoot her up til she takes my supply, you'll always understand why, has this love become such a scarcity? Back to asking the same question, "Why the fortress?" All or nothing, these debts, I'm drifting in-between. Forever and she'll never know, the Sun can't see her mirror, I'll be the pieces floating til she puts it together, like broken glass, drifting, in between.