My own refection is staring at me through the pounding rain, scowling at me.
My footsteps echo as I walk away from everything that makes me happy, as I walk away from you.
I taste my tears and I wonder if they'll ever go away, if this feeling will ever go away.
I take a long drag of my cigarette and am repelled by who I am and whatever I did to drive you away.
I need you back. You're a part of me.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
My own refection is staring at me through the pounding rain, scowling at me.
My footsteps echo as I walk away from everything that makes me happy, as I walk away from you.
I taste my tears and I wonder if they'll ever go away, if this feeling will ever go away.
I take a long drag of my cigarette and am repelled by who I am and whatever I did to drive you away.
I need you back. You're a part of me.
