IRC-Galleria

I'm so tired of this all.
Can't you see,
we were never meant to be.

You are like a crossword,
so complicated and
difficult.
I can't take this much
longer.

Tears don't fall if you can
control them.

This is not my fault,
not yours,
it's ours.
We turned this from love to
hate.

There's no reason to
continue.
I feel like I'm dead inside,
and you can't stimulate me.

We are nothing more than
sorrow, shout and pain.

This is not my fault,
not yours,
it's ours.
We turned this from love to
hate.

It's over now.