|Because watercolours are bawss :3|
But I do.There was noBut I do. by RosesAndViolets
that I realized
that I love you.
There was no epiphany, or series of events, or memories.
No presents or days or thoughts.
No, there was no occasion that I can pinpoint
that made me think
that I love you.
Broken RecordI'd snap this record in half if I could.Broken Record by RosesAndViolets
I would use the needle scratching at the sounds and words embedded into it to rip them out.
If only this circular motion would stop with a shattering crash to the floor.
At least I would never have to feel it's legacy tearing at me.
It's as though the edge is as sharp as a razor.
As though my once thick skin cannot hold it without blood staining the black, shiny surface.
Like little pools to smooth out the ridges of the memories that this ever turning troublesome circle holds.
And though we don't dance to the songs on this album any more.
And though I trip like the needle skips on the bad parts and sings on the softer notes.
And though you threw you record away.
I still have mine, it's chained here.
I'd snap it if I could, I swear I would.
And if I was your worldAnd if I was your world,And if I was your world by RosesAndViolets
you spent a lot of time in outer space.
Inside Outside (all together now)Am I in denial.Inside Outside (all together now) by RosesAndViolets
Are you really that naive.
Are we on the same page.
We write these things that mean nothing in the long run.
We change our minds so constantly, so quickly, thoughts have a mere second to pass through, no time to be remembered.
Do you love me?
You never swore that you did, I just assume you do, you're with me always.
Do I love you?
After all the things you made me scream I can't really know.
They don't understand us, they never could, and to trust anything but your own mind seems stupid now, after they all ruined themselves.
Do we love who we are?
Deep inside we're hoping, internal and external we think as one until the poison seeps through.
How do we explain we're not talking to you.
It's not about you anymore, only caused by you, all of you.
We are alone and that's how we like it, trust or not, love or hate.
Alone inside this echoing room of space and endless sickness.
Watching as the paint chips and the water runs down our walls.
Maybe one day they'll k