I have everything to say, yet conversations are still made of static. Stars run out of fuel and collapse under their own weight. In the same manner I will amass unsaid words until they crumble and fold into themselves and this heart becomes a black hole.

And don't offer me your false solace because you never meant a single word that came out of your lying mouth.

Everything is really nothing more than nothing



How many days in a year
She woke up with hope but she only found tears
And I can be so insincere
Making her promises never for real
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