I feel myself.
Still concerned.
Laying on the floor because i dont really sleep much, my eyes are tired but my fingers keep up, still I know relationships don't really last but ours is still going, so why the hell are we trying to go fast, i was unique often when i speak i said words that i meant to touch your heart that i wanted to keep, remember that time? Where i was cold and had to sleep on the streets? I love you for being my blanket who kept me warm and my tears didnt even start to leak, but i don't worship a video game. I just said i was Sonic cause i felt my emotions and my state of mind were blue, so my heart was pink cause it represented Amy Rose, it was really you. Or was it? You said that it wasn't i denied it and went insane, called up god and told me "She loves you, don't lose her in a game." it all makes sense now, The only story is that you are my heart not a made up character, i love how you shine brightly and stood out in my natural disaster of words? I don't know it's how i see myself ugly but with you im beautiful, fucking beautiful, i know you are too, like my music, you're really something else, i doubt myself for being myself, my friends told me to tolerate all the pain and the tears for my health, but i choose not to cause in all of all the mist i overwhelmed myself with love, and the girl i missed.
That's not a diss, remember how you told me you still owe me kiss, i wait for it patiently, nothing rhymes with patiently so fuck it me and you are the same harmony, don't act what we can't be but were still the same, still the same old nerds who can barely sing.
Truly yours, Eddie.
P.S. no disses, just kisses.
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