There is very little left of me and it’s never coming back
There are certain things you ask of me 
There are certain things I lack

What’s it matter anymore?
You believe the lies I tell
There’s no meaning to words

You say I’m changing, 
Sorry I didn’t know I had to stay the same

That last line is one of my favorite of theirs. That just needed to be fucking said.

(Source: sidneydear)

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