theres a spot on the corner of my room that i find myself sitting on every night
smiling to myself, murmuring nonsense to a certain picture, blurred with tears, scratches and
lipstick kiss marks
I could scream, i could laugh, but you won't turn around
crying, calling, by your silence I am bound
you love me, i love you,
you hate me, I still love you
I'd leave, but I can't, I'd push you out, but I can't.
Not until it's really over....
Are you listening?