technoxcandyxscreamo

I don't want to think about it, I don't wanna talk about it. I would've been blessed to have never met you or seen your face. This hatred betrays me; the more I tell myself to block you from my conscience, the more you've managed to slip through the cracks of my head. So now I'm an old apathetic song you know (and hate) all the words too, forcefully replaying over and over; chorus dying, lyrics meaningless, don't shoot me I'm just stuck in its hell. I hate you. I hate you. I HATE you. And thats all that I can say cause the aggitation makes me simulate this artificial ending, the one I believe half to death everytime. I'm still running in my