life is a constant battle with myself i'm fighting these memories and how i am losing but i won't get back all these wasted nights and i am now learning everyone lied time isn't medicine no it's a poison and it'll always run through my veins so what can i do? and how can i make it through? when the poets were confused because i can't forget you i'm taking the side roads because i know that you do take walks at 3 a.m. hoping to find you smoking a cigarette, reflecting on how your day went but it hasn't work just yet and i'm scared of what i would say if it actually did so lately i stay inside passing time, wasting life so what should i do? how the fuck can i make it through? Tim, i took your advice, i stayed home and i still feel alone and the worst thing is i know that you're happy without me i know how that makes me seem and maybe that's why you left me and maybe that's why i hate me