You don’t exist to me at all…
You’re just a stain upon the wall…
I will only hurt you, and you will only hurt me.
These secret obsessions that feed a life on the screen.
The season is changing, and time has run all out.
Radio silence only goes to feed this doubt.
Another stupid tale of broken love it seems.
The aches and pains of a lonely boy who’d forgotten how to dream..
I’m moving way beyond it all, just wasted time.
Searching for every fragment to remove them from my mind.