watch me drown in self-pity every other night

if I go I just want to be remembered as being kind

I have the tendency to slowly kill myself with things that used to make me feel alive.

Thoughts that used to make me happy seem to be torturing my peaceful mind.

scared of getting to know someone just to become strangers again

consume me, abuse me, do whatever you want but don’t leave, no don’t leave me alone.

my favorite color is the color of her soul

too many stories in too little time, I’m in pieces but at least my heart is still mine, what a lie, what a lie, my heart’s been yours all this time

[jeans]

I still walk you home in my dreams

just another nightmare where I trip and rip a hole in your favorite jeans

the day will come that your name has lost all meaning (to me)

once you’ve chosen to love someone it’s really hard to unchoose them.