A song I remember says it well; nothing is real but pain. Go ahead, roll your eyes, turn your head, or ***** your shallow words upon my feet. Pretend you don't hear the echo of my empty heart and I'll nod like I believe you care that
I'm
falling
apart.
Don't look now, there's nothing left to see, when you walked away,
I ceased to be.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
A song I remember says it well; nothing is real but pain. Go ahead, roll your eyes, turn your head, or ***** your shallow words upon my feet. Pretend you don't hear the echo of my empty heart and I'll nod like I believe you care that
I'm
falling
apart.
Don't look now, there's nothing left to see, when you walked away,
I ceased to be.
