text | All out finding space

All out finding space. Need to breathe but cannot be bothered. Entered into something beyond the overall finished product. What's the point if its not over. Left me here to deliver an empty package to you're floor. Left the inside turning round. Felt you cut through with fingers tied to a door. Let you down let myself believe in an actual something possibly real. Read the novel back to start. Occupied my lifestyle and kept it laughing behind my back. Listened over to the credit compilation songs. Remembered how I acted at assembly time. Watched from the ground up to you're straightened pose. Left me arguing that you sound nice, against a wall I smash my mind. The cement floor kept me blind. In class I got ignored unless you wanted something then I was all yours. Its always the way..