Sunday, February 22, 2009

Orchestrated Insanity

Kiss me good bye cause-
I don't think we'll both make it out alive
So This is the last you'll hear of me
Don't try to stop me when I pack up and leave
Sure, it was fun while it lasted
But now we've reached our bitter end
And we must go our separate ways
I refuse to become one of those sad clich├ęs
at first it was laced fingers
and midnight kisses
and being together forever
and saying i love you every five minutes
But now that's all over
When tomorrow comes the only thing
left of me will be the memories
I'll be on my way, trying to be free;
to survive life through orchestrated insanity.

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