Technically there was no gun.

There was no knife.

There was just

us

And our depression

We were

alone

Yet together.

It was us

Against the world.

 

We could never tell

anyone

Because they would've

never understood

They would've called

us crazy

And we were anything

but

Just a little messed up

 

I remember sitting

down and telling

you for the first

time about my

secret… it

wasn't even on

purpose. I just

couldn't stop the

flow of words...

well maybe it

was on purpose,

just unconsciously.

I remember standing

up and confessing

to you about my

problem…I felt

so comfortable

and I just couldn't

stop the flow of words

...well maybe it

was on purpose,

just unconsciously.

I thought you would've

laughed

I thought you would've

judged

Just like everyone else,

But you didn't, because you

just weren't everyone else

Stereotypical…

...I know

But it was true

We were just

soulmates…

We were simply made

for each other

So when they tore us

apart, it was hell.

Technically there was no gun.

There was no knife.

There was just

us

And our depression

We were

alone

Yet together.

It was us

Against the world.

 

We could never tell

anyone

Because they would've

never understood

They would've called

us crazy

And we were anything

but

Just a little messed up.