People 

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SHIT

We'll talk for hours maybe even days and then for weeks and months and years whatever's left but I'm not listening 'cause nothing that you'll say will ever change, yeah it's all ingrained and I'm going away but before I do, I'll say:
You talk like you need me and act like you understood but I've got no meaning yeah I am just another face and if I am so wrong, I'm sorry! It's just the way I feel, 'cause when you are with her you're so on that I just wish I didn't care but I do, I wish I could just never ever feel anything. You think I don't notice but I'm telling you I do, I do, I do, but in the end it's always trivial and I don't speak. So when you think that everything is fine! It's not, it's not, 'cause I can never get me out of here but I don't speak up.
None of this is really about you I'm just making it all up in my head and you are really nobody special even if you were I could care less. I don't really feel a connection and your passion bores me to death, I'm just so unique and so special, I don't really need anyone but myself! 

And I'll pretend that I'm still talking to you...

If I can't be beautiful, I'd rather just die-

 

I should have listened to my friends, I should have listened to them when they told me you had 

bad intentions.

No tengo nada que me impulse a seguir.

Ansiando libertad ~