Losing out.
"Do you hear voices - are they real, do you care?
Do you ever see people that aren't really there?"
Psycho, I know what you think of me,
Misery filled days, filled with anxiety.
I'll swallow these pills at 8.40am, everyday for the rest of my years.
Although, I'll be spreading them through the hour, through my tears.
"Permanent damage to your heart", he says.
It doesn't matter - it was broken anyway.
Let's pretend that we never noticed I'm not who you fell for.
Let's pretend that we never noticed you can't love me anymore.
Side effects on paper never translate to the dryness of my tongue,
Warnings on boxes never make me realise I could maybe lose the one.
I'm filled with good intentions in such a hit or miss situation.
Tear me apart and hope for the best, a hazardous occupation,
That's being in love, it's in the job description on the top of the page.
Losing out to chemicals hurts, no matter the reason, no matter the age.
Apologies trip over my lips and into the air,
I lost you now and I often doubt you even care.
The words we used to say at 3am while the rest of the world was still,
"I'll love you forever and if I lost you, there's nobody I wouldn't kill."
The last lie I told was that I was okay with setting you free.
Go out and into the world, just promise that you won't forget me.
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