Darkest of Lows
The highs, the greatest of highs.
The lows, the darkest of lows.
Feeling rainbows and butterflies.
The pain of fear, and lost control.
You love me? I know, I think so...
I'm not worthy? I guess not...
they love us, it's all for show...
you hurt me, but won't get caught.
You're screaming, but I'm to blame?
Throwing things, but my fault?
It all feels... too insane...
I yell back, and then I'm wrong?
Losing track of how it began.
No sense in all these choices,
I should have kiss and ran,
trapped in... promising voices.
Chewed me up, spit me out,
this rage, too indescribable.
Why did I not trust the doubts?
This end... was so damn probable.
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