So what brakes me,
Is I go to your page,
And it's nothing about me,
And yet the picture is down,
I'm scared to trust,
Scared to move on,
Scared to look up for good things,
When people could find out that,
I'm not what you think,
And it kills me because,
For what I seen you liked me for me,
I just wish when you said forever,
It really would of been Forever
But It will be fine
Everything always is,
I guess,
So don't worry about me,
I am use to it