I turn my music louder so I wont hear my thoughts
but its stupid because the lyrics remind me of what I'm trying to forget

because I say that you have ruined my life

but if I could go back to the day I first met you
where i walked with you in that long hallway after 5th period
I would do it all over again

yes, I wish I would have never met you
but I also wish that we could have a new beginning

because whatever we have is so different
and we messed that **** up

we ruined it for ourselves

so
yes, I would start over with you
but is it really worth it?
knowing we will probably ***** it up again

do I really want to be laying on my floor
a year from now
with a knife in my hand
just as I am doing now

because I was never good at change

but then again, I was never good at pleasing you

I watched the clock
7:39
7:40

In that minute
108 people died

what if one of those people happen to be
someone I knew
someone I love

so I have come to this epiphany
what the **** am I doing

I just wasted one minute of my life
a minute that someone could only wish for now
so why am I wishing my minutes away

love someone?
tell them
they don't love you back?
let them go. now.
have a test?
study
feeling sad?
cry
cry and cry and cry
feeling happy?
spread it

because every minute that passes
will never come back
and even though I love you,
the minutes are still passing,
and I know you are not coming back.

Five nights ago,
at 10:31PM,
I whispered I loved you,
and you stumbled up
your porch steps,
grabbing the air,
laughing and saying,
"I love you, too."

Four nights ago,
I held your hand
as we
strolled through the park.
I ignored the rugged scuff
of your boots,
and you ignored
the pounding beat
of my heart.

Three nights ago,
you told me
to go home early.
Our movie
wasn't finished,
but you were.

Two nights ago,
I saw you
walking through the neighbourhood,
a beautiful girl
by your side.

Last night,
the air was still.

And tonight,
I don't think you'd care
if I didn't text back.

"tell me another lie," I said.

"i love you," he replied.