We were finally there Finished our hard journey All the way to the top of the mountain Back from rock bottom Together We made it But unfortunately Our door was locked And the key was nowhere to be found
If you want to be a part of my future, You must first hear the story of my past. Because if you can't handle the bittersweet part one, I'm not writing you into the upcoming chapters.
You were drawn to me because I was a writer. You didn't understand that I write well simply because I lie well. Such is the art of storytelling. I'm honestly sorry you had to realize that The hard way.
I'm the trophy you keep at the back of the case. I sit there collecting dust, because I'm not good enough to show off. But in reality, I'm secretly your favorite.