Sitting in an empty room
Letting the loneliness consume me
Letting the thougts flow through my mind
I haven't seen his face in days
I miss the sweet things that he says
I miss his smile
I miss his laugh
I'm afraid because of my scars from the past
Afraid he'll forget about me
Afraid he'll love another
Afraid he'll hate me
Afraid he'll call me names
I know he's not like that
To hell with my past
I'm writing a new book
The writing starts now
I shall turn my frown upside down
I won't be self conciois
I won't be untrusting
I won't let my past permanently scar me
He's different I know it
And I am new
I'm recreating myself
So dear past,
To hell with you
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Sitting in an empty room
Letting the loneliness consume me
Letting the thougts flow through my mind
I haven't seen his face in days
I miss the sweet things that he says
I miss his smile
I miss his laugh
I'm afraid because of my scars from the past
Afraid he'll forget about me
Afraid he'll love another
Afraid he'll hate me
Afraid he'll call me names
I know he's not like that
To hell with my past
I'm writing a new book
The writing starts now
I shall turn my frown upside down
I won't be self conciois
I won't be untrusting
I won't let my past permanently scar me
He's different I know it
And I am new
I'm recreating myself
So dear past,
To hell with you
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