I've Lost Everything I love, This isn't my home.

Well, if you let me put it that way then its that simple.
But if you rip yourself out again then, its that simple too. I find I become a completely different person without your response, and yours too. I'm sick of myself, ready to go back to my old ways and tear the skin off my back inch by inch. Slowly kill myself and drowned in the leakage of human waste. You have me standing out in the rain for you. You have me at my most vulnerable state and I'm only good enough for when you want me. I didn't do it cause I didn't want you to think I was only good for one thing. I wanted more out of you and thought more of you. Your the slime between my teeth and the gut of the stuck pig smothering itself in the back of a pickup.
My hands move back and fourth and my tongues stays in place. My eyes searching for some type of distraction. You give me the illness I've been dreading. The plague is your name and you will know it.

Haha.

Think whatever you want to think. Its been hard for the past couple of weeks. But whatever... I hate that I'm always the one that has to make the first move. Fucking stupid, how if I don't then everything ends.

I've never known another city to burn

Yes, lets bitch again.

Sick of the pendulum effect. It will never stops, just keeps swaying from side to side, but the whole slowing down effect never takes place.
It gives me chills. Its only on rare occasions it makes me happy. Like last time it couldn't have been more perfect, but then I got a chance to hopefully do it all over again. No, it made me go back to that place to start second guessing. Why am I not like how I use to be? Get bored as soon as I saw you, and just wanted it to be over with? Made it so much simpler for me. Because when my feelings come through they become amplified to the tenth degree. I'm not sure why its doing this to me. Torturing me, feeding off of me, and just leaving me in the streets. Either you want it or you don't. I'm beginning to stand clear.