dear, the truth is, i really dont give a fuck what you think, or say anymore.
i'll swallow my pills and i'll try to be happy.
you used to be the thing that made me happy.
but you were lieing the entire fucking time,
to my face, i was your best friend, behind my back, i was just another try hard slut that you couldnt give two fucks about.
you're calling me hypocritical, but look at yourelf dear, look at what you're doing.
you ate my heart out, whilst i gave you my soul.
you were my everything, my reason to breathe.
but now those memories dont mean shit, you fucked up.
you have no idea what those 'friends' ofc yours say behind your twisted back.
i know i'm utterly fucking myself up, but atleast i'm not doing it to impress people.
i have my reasons, things have become more fucked up then you could believe.
so breathe, because thats what you expect us to do.