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I dedicate…
For you, who made me cry last Christmas.
For you, who made me a show
For you, who lied in your kiss
For you, who doesn’t know.
For you, who lied again and again
For you, who chose not to be
For you, who caused me pain
For you, who made me doubt me
For you, who I’ll never forgive
For you, who I wish I’d forget
For you, who made me live
For you, who made me wet
For you, who wanted to die
For you, who started a band
For you, who made me lie
For you, who couldn’t take the stand
For all of you, some good and some bad
For all of you, all of you, who made me sad
I dedicate this song for all you did wrong
The only one exempt
Is the one I hold in contempt*
Because you forced me to believe
That my heart would be free
But you’re the one that’s dead.
* I was his first and only facebook friend. He created the profile the day before he died. Its sick that I can’t delete him. I don’t have the courage, that would make every aspect of him gone. Two years down the line and I remember every word.












you’re beautiful in your pain. I wish you’d let me try fix what they all broke.
to quote a pulp song…
“im not jesus, but i have the same initials”
(actually, weirdly, i do, but they’re inverted)
this comment makes no sense unless you’re miss gates or me.
love you friend.
I really love this. Very much.