|[ Comebacks Not Worth Coming Back For ]|

[I know, I should be trying to update the many stories I have started instead of starting new ones and writing poems. But when do I ever do what I should do? Then I might actually be considered sane... ew. Crappy poem. Oh well, read or don't; die or live; it's all the same.]

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Complicate things
Or just maybe a bit
I guess we run on
Pure drama, anyway

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

Sit around and tell
All our favorite stories
And act just like
We were actually there

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

Our smiles faded away
Into sappy Lifetime reruns
Try to picture something good
But we'd fight it off in the end

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

You'll lose soon or later
They'll get their same too
I'll still be here, apathetic
With a lost message to you

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

I want to hear you tell me
"It always meant a thing"
And maybe a lie to keep me
Standing on my toes

Five hundred days to dream
Five hundred people dead
Five hundred pages wasted
On three words you never said

But if you give me all I want
It won't make a difference
You can't ever erase my
Five hundred thoughts of you