All I got left are memories
Things my friends wanted me to believe
Things I wanted to believe myself
and things you wanted me to believe
and I did

I did believe it,
as any catholic believe in god;
I believed in you
but you weren’t there
not when I needed you
and you weren’t there at all, i guess

everything was just silly
you took advantage of me
and let me take advantage of you
so you could get to me, i guess
I was just a piece in your play
a piece that could have been anyone else

anyone worth talking to
anyone

anyone


im hurt


im bleeding


im dying...






help?