The Days are hard. Most of the time, I can’t bring myself to get out of bed. You’re probably better off without holding My hands through the pain. Where street lights pretend to be my friend. Only they don’t talk, and no one cares About me in the end. I wish they did. One day, hope, I’ll make it through…
When coming down, it’s the hardest thing to do. When all I wanted was to be like all you…. The pain, where street lights pretend to be my friend. Only they don’t talk, and no one cares About me in the end. I wish they did. One day, hope, I’ll make it through…
I guess I need to say (I’m sorry) goodbye to you! You’re like everyone else and everything else. Everything changes with time, but coming downs the worst. Coming down’s always the hardest. I wish you the best!! (the worst) And maybe I won’t kill myself. (You know it’s coming) killing myself everyday. But I’m not like the rest. Things hurt more, Than I’ll ever confess. Make yourself happy! So here’s to you! I love you, and all our memories…