ISFC

my words have been piling, up in my bedroom
i guess that's why we've come to hope for the worst.
my worst is your best when it comes to talking.
but i'm hoping one day your cries will break through.

let's go back, back in time.
let's just try, to rewind.
back to a time that i can call mine.
where we wasted our days
on best friends and apathy
and diagnosed ourselves.
with losing all hope for you and me.

emotions stay quiet, you keep your mouth closed.
the words that you speak are the same as before.
i said, "this is the last time, so speak while you can"
yet, she remained silent as i closed the door.

let's go back, back in time.
let's just try, to rewind.
back to a time that i can call mine.
where we wasted our days
on best friends and apathy
and diagnosed ourselves.
with losing all hope for you and me.

before you go let me ask one more thing
do you miss me?
and for god damn sake, please reply to me
are you listening?

i hope that now you know.
i wont, we wont, i won't settle for this.