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but i dont know
i looked at a picture of us,
well i slammed the piano too hard and the keys broke
i screamed and yelled and broke the picture
then i realized that my broken piano and a broken picture were just as broken
as me and you
the tears i make cannot make a river for me to sail to you to
our sail is shot
im out in the rain with no umbrella and i am chicken little.
the sky is falling but i look like a giant dumbass and no one believes me
and eventually the only person who believed me left
so i am alone. and then the sky falls.
so then what happens
in a tower i shall stay
i am alone in my lonely tower.you climb my hair, and then like the witch you came
and cut it all off, and no one could climb my hair again
the winds of time and time is change. people change as time goes forth, time and change
are interchangeably infinite therefore nothing can ever stay the same for any matter of time because life quickly picks up and never ends so you can never fully realize what is ever happening at a given moment because every time you look back you can never look back on an image you saw in the past. youll be too busy looking forward and then it all makes sense. you want to shout, what the fuck am i doing. why is everything happening so fast. why is it suddenly 11:33 when it seems like only a matter of hours ago i was making plans that fell through. that is because time is of course rapidly changing and the time you spend waiting for time to change every second you spend; a new memory is born and you can’t go back in time to the second that just happened.
i really have no idea who you became
it seems that when you were younger you fought against being an older pretentious hipster
but when you turned older you gave up fighting
when he died a part of you died too
and when a part of you died, a part of me died,
and somewhere along the line you decided to bury your trust in me and start a new
maybe its that i remind you so much of that life you had
and that she makes you forget.
its fucking stupid. i would never give you up. you were by my side. you were in my lonely tower. you held my hand during the tornado that blew everything out of my way but the earth stood still with you. my feet were stuck to the ground and although life went on you were a part of me. the part of me that was proud to be around. but now you are gone. gone like him.
its almost like a really corny science fiction movie where all of a sudden you start—in slow motion of course—you start getting abducted by aliens and i grab your hand as your levitating into the air, and i scream “no” and then the aliens take you and all of a sudden—
i used to have dreams i had drowned
and i would plunge into the bottom of the body of water
but whenever i hit the bottom, i would wake up
when i die in a dream, i wake up in real life.
but when i die in real life, will i wake up in a dream?