your lap. and you're happy that something is happening but you can't
show it. it's all at once,so many different people feeling so many
different emotions. truth keeps you behind bars. one shot and it's over,
the world moves on and you're left with an empty lap. so many wrong
moves and one that could make you happy. understandable and yet
unattainable.
party until the lights go out,everyones home. sitting on the dance floor
with an empty bottle of jack. no one to tell secrets to until tomorrow
night and they will have forgotten all about the one they thought they
knew for five minutes.
i may be numb to love and need someone to reach inside of me and rip my
fucking heart out
i'll let you know when my lap is empty
--acertaingirlbythenameofelle
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