pulled apart by magnets.

feeling pulled, and pushed by imaginary forces. it gets to you after a while.

blinders for the things we can't control
bodies pushed aside like rotten vegetables
i can't look at any photographs
or read the letters on your epitaph

really isn't much more to say
burned all my bridges such a shame
one day you'll realise we're the same
too self involved to see how much we've changed

filters for your childhood memories
kill yourself and you'll have cured the disease
does life get any better with time?
do you get any better at living this lie?

i'm not keen on taking all the blame
you never gave a shit anyway
one day you'll see what i was saying
too paralized to walk away