Maybe it's just me maybe it's the memories that we never made that keeps me so close to you. Everything's familiar to me except the touch from your palms on my skin. Is it just me? Yes I'm staining my dreams with the imprints of you. Yes I know I'm disappointing because I've been stuck to this like a child who has been eating the stickiest candy for the longest time with no worries. I keep on going back to you. I want to sing to you. I want to read to you. I never want to see your ******* face ever again. I never want to ******* hear from you ever again. I want to tear down all the walls you've made me build. I want to tear myself down to the foundation of before we started. I want I want I want. I don't want to sit in the corners of your mind and rock myself back and forth crazy over you. *******. I hate you. I'm trying to tear down these walls but I ******* can't. I'm too weak. I hate myself too much it's taken everything in me. I love you still no matter what you say or however many girls you go through. I can't do this. I will think of you always even when I don't want to. I will say ******* and then under my breath I will always apologize 4 times before my next sentence. I can't do this I'm sorry. Please stop doing this to me. Please stop I'm trying so bad. I will hate my guts and these walls always I'm sorry.