i figured we have reached our dead end. its wednesday and like every wednesday we break up. the next 24 hours are gonna be a pleading career of unsuccessful motives and dark alleys.

you can't see that i can see right through your seeing eyes. i have learned to lost everything and still keep a smile on my face. i have learned that every time you get soda from the fountain, you always leave half, expecting me to take it, but i won't take my chances.

i don't want your bacterias inside of me. you are already a virus that is killing my heart slowly but un-painfully. i always knew you where the type of bad news they talk about at 11 in channel 13, but i never thought i would be protagonist in tonight's news.

you left again, like every wednesday, but tomorrow you can't come back.

is difficult to love a dead body dear.