July 9, 2008...5:28 pm

In Exile

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I am so selfish. I meant to love, yet kept hurting others. I want everything, yet I know -in the end- I’ll have nothing.

Sometimes I think I’m better off alone.

Oh baby, let me explain something
It’s all down to drugs
At least I remember taking then and not a lot else
It seems I’ve stepped over lines
You’ve drawn again and again
But if the ecstacy’s in the wit is definitely out
Dr. Jekyll is wrestling Hyde for my pride.
-How to Be Dead, Snow Patrol-

(I’m a masochist. But, really, who isn’t?)

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