La Dispute : Fairmount
I'm rapidly losing my faith in everyone. It seems that lately the people I have written off are coming back for some sort of redemption, like a far too late explanation can resolve everything. Then the ones I wish would find their ways back to me are far from doing so. I don't necessarily feel lonely anymore, I just feel a lot of disappointment. I'm disappointed in myself for having faith. I'm disappointed in myself for being disappointed when things don't go as I'd hoped. I'm disappointed in the poor decisions made by the people I love. School seems to be the only thing I have control over anymore. I'm thriving there. I should be more than pleased with myself for that but I never have been one for enjoying my accomplishments alone. Learning happiness alone has always been a difficult task for me. So many people that I care about are getting hurt and I know there is nothing I can do about it. In a perfect world, every person would receive what they give. Unfortunately this isn't a perfect world.
You've been out of my life more than you've been in it. Yet somehow I think about you everyday.
Underneath the laughs there lies a need that nobody is getting and an honesty that doesn't stretch far enough to show us all how much this will mean to us, my dear. And when we're old we'll tell ourselves that we did everything that we could to save this. But now we do nothing. I've slept for twenty years, but I've acted strong at least. If you're leaving again, then you're leaving again, and you're gone. And I feel nothing anymore, so just keep walking away. Thirty-thousand steps, I'll watch you for every second and never feel alone. I've been sleeping for at least the last two years my dear, my princess, my sister, my lover, my friend. I made you a bed of thorns for every rose you ever left outside my door, that's all you ever left me. Lay your scars out in rows to show me what I've done to you. Lay your scars out in rows, it was my weakness that couldn't save us. So lay your scars out in rows. We were one and what are we now? Act strong, at least and don't turn around. If I'm leaving, then I'm leaving, and I'm leaving, and I'm gone. We move as one.
I'm rapidly losing my faith in everyone. It seems that lately the people I have written off are coming back for some sort of redemption, like a far too late explanation can resolve everything. Then the ones I wish would find their ways back to me are far from doing so. I don't necessarily feel lonely anymore, I just feel a lot of disappointment. I'm disappointed in myself for having faith. I'm disappointed in myself for being disappointed when things don't go as I'd hoped. I'm disappointed in the poor decisions made by the people I love. School seems to be the only thing I have control over anymore. I'm thriving there. I should be more than pleased with myself for that but I never have been one for enjoying my accomplishments alone. Learning happiness alone has always been a difficult task for me. So many people that I care about are getting hurt and I know there is nothing I can do about it. In a perfect world, every person would receive what they give. Unfortunately this isn't a perfect world.
You've been out of my life more than you've been in it. Yet somehow I think about you everyday.
Underneath the laughs there lies a need that nobody is getting and an honesty that doesn't stretch far enough to show us all how much this will mean to us, my dear. And when we're old we'll tell ourselves that we did everything that we could to save this. But now we do nothing. I've slept for twenty years, but I've acted strong at least. If you're leaving again, then you're leaving again, and you're gone. And I feel nothing anymore, so just keep walking away. Thirty-thousand steps, I'll watch you for every second and never feel alone. I've been sleeping for at least the last two years my dear, my princess, my sister, my lover, my friend. I made you a bed of thorns for every rose you ever left outside my door, that's all you ever left me. Lay your scars out in rows to show me what I've done to you. Lay your scars out in rows, it was my weakness that couldn't save us. So lay your scars out in rows. We were one and what are we now? Act strong, at least and don't turn around. If I'm leaving, then I'm leaving, and I'm leaving, and I'm gone. We move as one.
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