It's been a few weeks since I've been deprived of sleep.
I can't help but love being on the edge.
Your smell no longer lingers in my room.
I was sad at first, but now I feel nothing.
The next girl can't be me...
Oh God. Oh God.
What's wrong with me?
I still think about you.
You don't make this easy for me.
I need to drop a few tabs and leave this reality.