Im here but im not the same person
im not the same person you once knew
its so hard to keep pretending i'm still that person
shes gone long ago
it took me only twenty-four months to realize how fake you truly were
it was a waist of my time to actually think you were my friend
behind the fake laugh and smiles it was nothing
you never actually knew me anyway
Good things rarely happen to me
and when they do happen they just end badly
they come crashing down and all i have left are burn marks and cuts to remind myself
of another life mistake to never repeat once again
deep down, way down at the end of the abyss
Is where the spark of hope always tries to light itself it never gets a flame but hope is always there
its the hope that makes me so bitter when things end so badly
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Im here but im not the same person
im not the same person you once knew
its so hard to keep pretending i'm still that person
shes gone long ago
it took me only twenty-four months to realize how fake you truly were
it was a waist of my time to actually think you were my friend
behind the fake laugh and smiles it was nothing
you never actually knew me anyway
Good things rarely happen to me
and when they do happen they just end badly
they come crashing down and all i have left are burn marks and cuts to remind myself
of another life mistake to never repeat once again
deep down, way down at the end of the abyss
Is where the spark of hope always tries to light itself it never gets a flame but hope is always there
its the hope that makes me so bitter when things end so badly
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