The days seem shorter but im sleeping less. Ill lay my head when my thoughts are at rest.
Dont flatter yourself.
Your not the one im thinking about.
Those dreams died the day you died.
Your breathing but.
Your dead to me.
I won't wish you well and I won't say it was fun.
Im done living for you and telling those lies to myself.
How the **** could I have loved a 22 year old child like yourself.
Dont say her name.
Shes everything you wish you could be.
Shes not you and thats okay with me
My favorite thing is shes not you.
And thats perfect to me.