*Out of my mind*

No matter which way you go
No matter which way you stay
You’re out of my mind
Out of my mind

And out of my life. Thing is: which one is it that I find worse? The fact that you’re NOT ouf of my mind or the fact that you’re out of my life?

It sure as hell is easier now that you’re gone. Opting for number one… Sorry baby, the anger isn’t over yet, although I want it to be.

And then there’s the other you. The you I also want out of my mind and out of my life. But the life part isn’t an option. So I try my best to keep you out of my mind but you don’t stop, you don’t fade. You keep following me in my dreams. You force me… You force my unconscious to ask questions, to think (even more), to not stop thinking about you. But I want to… Get out of my dreams, even get the hell out of my care. Pretty please.


She had nothing left in her what waited to be said, just a vague unspoken desire that everything would become different. Eventually the dust has to settle.