Happy Birthday
May 11th 2009 02:46
Its days like today, I wonder if you remember me.
Its days like today, I cant stop thinking about you.
Even though I know, todays the one day of the year Im safe. You arent just going to randomly show up somewhere in my life, because youre boozing it up with bros and hos and thats your focus....By 8pm tonight you'll probably be in a coma. Today is the day of all days that you stay at home. No chance of an accidental meeting.
Do you think to yourself....I wonder what she's ding? That girl I used to know....Damn Id love to see her again. What happened to her....
Or, is it, more realistically, that bitch never came to my birthday? Ever, once? Even though I went to hers? Gave her something to remember on one of those birthdays, yeah, too right.
Im seriously considering giving you a call. Just to breathe heavily, weaze 'happy birthday' and hang up again. To what purpose? Who cares? It would give me a small, childlike satisfaction.
Then theres sneaking off to your house....I bet theres a party, or gathering. No one would notice me. I could slip in, do you like I used to, and slip out again. No one would ever know. Ypou'd think it was a drunken delusion and I could pretend the same.
But I wouldnt be able to resist violence. Not after the gift you gave me. Id even have to use the same line - "but its your birthday. Ive got so many gifts to give you...." Ah, yes, I know, youy never said that, it was your best friend who said that, but you heard him say it didnt you? You were nicely in earshot at the time? Close enough to SEE and to HEAR and reap the rewards of your goddamn grand plan....
I bet your getting a big head. This blog was supposd to be about pain - instead its about you. I guess that tell you (me) something, doesnt it? And yeah, I do fucking talk about you a lot, I do fucking think about you a lot, and go right ahead, let your fucking head swell up. Think about the bruises youve left me with, but not a scar to show for it. That ones quite shocking really - of all the scars I have, not one of them was left by you. But the internal bruises. They ache more and more every day. I cant be indifferent to you. I cant let it go, and God help me Ive tried, Ive tried so hard. But there you are, my chains to hatred, my path to revenge, you're still there, and I cant let it go.
It is my karma, and yours. I'm bringing it back to you, lover. Three by Three honey.
So. Happy 30th, Ex.
Enjoy it while you still can.
Its days like today, I cant stop thinking about you.
Even though I know, todays the one day of the year Im safe. You arent just going to randomly show up somewhere in my life, because youre boozing it up with bros and hos and thats your focus....By 8pm tonight you'll probably be in a coma. Today is the day of all days that you stay at home. No chance of an accidental meeting.
Do you think to yourself....I wonder what she's ding? That girl I used to know....Damn Id love to see her again. What happened to her....
Or, is it, more realistically, that bitch never came to my birthday? Ever, once? Even though I went to hers? Gave her something to remember on one of those birthdays, yeah, too right.
Im seriously considering giving you a call. Just to breathe heavily, weaze 'happy birthday' and hang up again. To what purpose? Who cares? It would give me a small, childlike satisfaction.
Then theres sneaking off to your house....I bet theres a party, or gathering. No one would notice me. I could slip in, do you like I used to, and slip out again. No one would ever know. Ypou'd think it was a drunken delusion and I could pretend the same.
But I wouldnt be able to resist violence. Not after the gift you gave me. Id even have to use the same line - "but its your birthday. Ive got so many gifts to give you...." Ah, yes, I know, youy never said that, it was your best friend who said that, but you heard him say it didnt you? You were nicely in earshot at the time? Close enough to SEE and to HEAR and reap the rewards of your goddamn grand plan....
I bet your getting a big head. This blog was supposd to be about pain - instead its about you. I guess that tell you (me) something, doesnt it? And yeah, I do fucking talk about you a lot, I do fucking think about you a lot, and go right ahead, let your fucking head swell up. Think about the bruises youve left me with, but not a scar to show for it. That ones quite shocking really - of all the scars I have, not one of them was left by you. But the internal bruises. They ache more and more every day. I cant be indifferent to you. I cant let it go, and God help me Ive tried, Ive tried so hard. But there you are, my chains to hatred, my path to revenge, you're still there, and I cant let it go.
It is my karma, and yours. I'm bringing it back to you, lover. Three by Three honey.
So. Happy 30th, Ex.
Enjoy it while you still can.
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