Phazed

Killed inside, all my words are phalse

All this "forever" endevouring never will be my phault

I wasn't the only one who said it, she said it too

But we both had believed it, but it just wasn't true

It was crazy to think everything would just work out

But in a blink of a blown emotion, what I thought I had phound

I didn't have, didnt matter, I didn't want to quit

But the situation got sadder the madness drove her to end it

I think deep in my heart, I knew that's what would have happened

But this crash and burn hurt without my seatbelt phastened

Broken hearted, blown artery beaten with brass knuckles

I couldn't phinish what I started, phlung forward, unbuckled

Not braced, my insecurity suffers with my credibility

I said "forever", and even in love with another, her gone isn't real to me

She's not even my phriend, her mom hated me

Every look she ever gave me, dirty it just degraded me

Because I was in love with her daughter, her mom was important to me

Because I wanted to seem elegible to her phamily

Her mom was fine with us as friends, until she was told

By her daughter, my own love, there was more to hold

In her heart in regard to the subject of me

She liked me more than a phriend, and that in phact, she had grown to love me

Her mom cut all communtications, we couldn't even be phriends

She didn't like my age since I was only phourteen

And her daughter was eighteen, so I was resorting

To every single possible way that I could communicate

With her and every once and a while she phound a way

The bliss minus the kiss in the middle of the summer

I was beginning to lose her just after I had won her

Heart with my words and the things that I said

And just writing down the things I dream of when I go to bed

Dreaming of a blonde perfection, slightly shorter than myself

My heart began to break when it was just supposed to melt

I was supposed to phall in love, and it was supposed to be okay

She phound another Austin To go to every day

And just as I told her, what she had to see

Is that there would always be an older, better version of me.

 

 

 

 

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