if the love starts to fade... well, that’s true. if I get really old, people will start to forget me. and I don’t know actually. to be honest, I want to be someone who is remembered.
who puts out a good influence and stays in their memories. being popular isn’t really that important I just want to be someone who is remembered
so if I’m just remembered I think that would be enough
i hope someday you'll find an old picture of me and you'll wonder if i still love music more than life itself or i i still request a pinky promise upon agreement and maybe you'll even wonder if i wonder about you
i hate the nights where i feel so hollow inside i feel so **** empty and out of place i hate the nights where my mind wanders to the unknown and all i return with is sadness i hate counting the tears that rush down my cheeks and collect upon my pillow i hate that the only thing i have at night to comfort me is my loneliness and the only thing i feel surrounding me is darkness
“you never do anything right” “you don’t belong here” “i don’t want to see your face” “get out of my sight” “i hate you and i don’t want you” “you’re so stupid” “who would want you as a daughter?”