I'll prepare myself for this like I've done everything else

I wasn't going to wait for you for forever

I don't think I'm torn apart about what you did to me
I'm torn apart because of what I expected to be

nobody understands how ****** I feel
pretending like everything's perfect was never part of the deal
at times I don't even think they care about my heart
I come home and I suddenly fall apart
I am under constant stress
but no one seems to notice that it's really distress
one day I hope to be at ease
but as of right now it all just seems like a tease

Sixteen and lonely,
I don't believe isolation and solitude
could pass as synonyms.
If I had the choice
I would rather be simply alone in solitude,
than to be separated in isolation.

maybe if i were high like you always were, i wouldn't have cared so much

I guess a part of me will always be a little mushy
when I see a specific place, or when I hear a certain song
but that soft spot will continue to remind me
of the love I will always long

I've noticed you
but how could you be so blind
now you're out of reach