someday, it will all make sense,
and someday, it will be for the better.
but right now, i don't care.
right now, i want you.
but you're not like me,
and i can never have you.
and inside, it turns my stumach,
but outside, you see me
and talk to me
and learn a little more about how messed up i really am.
but you'll never know the full extent
because you'll never know if this is you,
and i'll never tell.
my secret to my grave.
i'm destined to die alone,
it's in my cards,
and i have begun to come to terms with that.
but every time i see you,
i still ache just as much.
me, wanting nothing more than to be given a chance.
but you're not like me,
and i can never have you.
they say god hates me for what i am,
and that i'll burn in hell.
but who's to say that me being here
and being what i am
isn't already hell.
me, aching for the light of heaven, and seeing it in your eyes,
and me, being too small, too far away, to reach.
i'm vounerable. i'm fragile.
when i break, i shatter, and all the king's horses
and all the king's men will never
put me back together again.
because you're not like me,
and i can't have you.
and it's so near to being dead
that i don't see what the difference is.
why are you still forcing me to move on?
your little toy, your little slave,
and you haven't the faintest idea.
if i were to hold out my hand
and touch you
would i burst into flames and combust,
right there on the pavement?
or would you laugh
and smile like everything was ok-
like we'd just had too much to drink.
could i live with that lie,
or would it be better to tell you
here and now, how i feel?
i'd spill my soul for you.
sever it from my body, i don't care.
go ahead, use it for spinart.
it will never matter, as long as you are amused,
because i know that i can never make you happy.
because you're not like me,
and i can't have you.
and this is me, aching for the light of heaven, and seeing it in your eyes,
and knowing that i will never be allowed to touch it.
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