Four people in the car. You’re in the front seat.
Your head drifts towards the cold car window
And you begin to think…
You think about all that you’ve been through
And how far you’ve come
You think about all the people you have hurt
And the scars that decorate your heart
You think about parties from college
And the tears you’ve shed behind closed doors
You think about the love you’ve lost
And the love you don’t deserve
You think about whether people really care about you
And how little you care about yourself.
I watch you from the backseat
As you begin to drift off into a light slumber
And I think to myself…
“Fool. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are?”
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
Four people in the car. You’re in the front seat.
Your head drifts towards the cold car window
And you begin to think…
You think about all that you’ve been through
And how far you’ve come
You think about all the people you have hurt
And the scars that decorate your heart
You think about parties from college
And the tears you’ve shed behind closed doors
You think about the love you’ve lost
And the love you don’t deserve
You think about whether people really care about you
And how little you care about yourself.
I watch you from the backseat
As you begin to drift off into a light slumber
And I think to myself…
“Fool. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are?”
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