As the last attatchment from the past clashes with morality and is found to be heavily sad,u wonder why u live as the voice cracks and back slacks, holding your head in your hands, abandoning all thoughts that once made you laugh, You look deeper into darkness till nothing feels bad. just numbess at the heart from a destroyed past. the girl you asked to be your last was your first ex, without a chance to prove you was glad to fix the problem spued from a rumored movement consuming your relationships best, in the dust she went. Hell bent on other fake women knowing they were jealouse you moved on and lost trust. still this slow pause remains odd as my thoughts wonder off beyond this capsul. this dark after taste has replaced my scence of heartful becoming bashful in a natural scence. Guess I'm going to live with this , knowing im going to live to win.
