say something else, say something else, say something different. say something that might never come true, that we'll never be speaking of again, but lie to me. lie to me as if it was the truth. the truth that was allways hidden from the sun. a dusty old truth that has never been seen before. just to make me believe it's real. just to make me believ it will be all over tomorow, it will all be like before i messed up. before i let it all slip because i was afraid for what would come. now i miss you with the fire off hell. i miss you like i'd miss the sun. the moon. i miss you like in a horrible dream of coming and going. i hate myself i hate myself i fucking hate myself. how could i be THAT stupid to give up the one thing that really mattered? I FUCKING HATE MYSELF. i... fucking... what ever.