I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
The biggest lie I tell people Is that I’m ok… On nights like tonight I’m my own worst enemy Listening to the voices in my head telling me it’s all going to be ok, but Knowing that they’re fucking lying to me My friends, loved ones They all say it’s going to be ok but…
Knowing you’ll never be mine Knowing you never really cared Knowing my heart is mine to control Knowing my life isn’t Fate, kismet, and serendipity collide into a rainbow of hatful desire And I am once again walking alone I know you Better than anyone could And you know me Holding hands Touching lips Souls…
