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OBLIVIATE;
Muse
Specs
Way Out
Credits
Dashboard
I push myself into broken music, in the bleakness of a tragedy.

Flowers wither and scatter, the moon tilts and disappears, But my heart won’t ever change, I love you, I love you.


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Saturday, October 25, 201412:24 AM

I don't understand why we have to be so complicated. I don't understand why people lie. I don't understand why when I was 14 some person told me that no matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to hurt me enough. I don't understand why people want to rip the souls of others apart. I don't understand why I feel like I've lost but gained so much. I don't understand why I still feel so indignant though I've promised to move on. I don't understand why one day people can just decide to walk away from the people they claimed to love. I don't understand why people won't take the initiative to connect. I don't understand why I have so many expectations piled up against me, waiting to collapse once I make the wrong move. I don't understand why I feel like I'm invisible and as useless as a white elephant everywhere I go. I don't understand why people don't see any potential in anything I'm doing. I don't understand why I still love you. I don't understand anything that is going on now but I don't want to know either. I don't understand why the truth hurts so much more when the truth is supposed to be a good thing.