nothing is sound

yeah, i'll be doing it a little differently this time..

so this is odd. the painful realization that all has gone wrong
and nobody cares at all.. and nobody cares at all.
so you buried all your lover's clothes.
and burnt the letters your lover wrote.
but it doesn't make it any better, it doesn't make it any better.
and the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade.

sot this is strange. our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all.. and nobody leads at all.
and the picture frames are facing
and the ringing from the empty sound
is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
breathing is a foreign task,
and thinking's just too much to ask
and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights..

this is incredible, starving insatiable
yes, this is love for the first time
you'd like to think that you were invincible
yeah, well weren't we all once?
before we felt lost for the first time..
this is the last time...

a love...ripped apart. because nothing seems to be working out. then the two of them get angry.. getting rid of things that the other gave them. burning letters, turning down pictures. anything to get rid of the reminder of what they once had. but it just turns to near misery. the two of them are constantly avoiding the other. neither of them can sleep at night, just thinking about the other one, but no one is doing anything about it.. and they're realizing that it was a real love. a strong love..that shouldnt have been taken for granted. but it was. and now...it seems over..

this has been an evaluation by that one runner kid.