To act but to feel,
to want but to be hurt,
to remember so many happy times,
then the truth came along.
Go out and see the city lights,
holding hands despise the ***,
to be thankful of this gift of friends,
then everyone
is
dating.
Insecurity attacks,
I can't feel good about anything.
I want everything to be my way.
It never will,
I always thought I would find
someone perfect.
I thought it was him.
And then,
the truth came
along.