I listen to these love songs
And the lyrics are all the same
“I love you,” this and
“I fucked up,” that.
“I miss you, love” and
“I want you back.”

I don’t want to cry
I want to scream
I want to pretend
This is all just some sick dream
Inside I’m breaking
I’m falling apart
So why does every song remind me
That there’s nothing left of you?

These emo songs are killing me
The words are just so true
And every time I listen
I tend to think of you
And of all the things you’d say
And the way you’d make me feel
But I need to get over the fact
That none of it was ever real

I don’t know what I’m feeling
But I know still want it there

I don’t want to cry
I want to scream
I want to pretend
This is all just some sick dream
Inside I’m breaking
I’m falling apart
So why does every song remind me
That there’s nothing left of you?

Nothing was konsant
I was never your star
And I’ll never understand
How we got so far
Now the melody is finished
It went on for way too long
All that’s left are the memories
And that one special song

I don’t want to cry
I want to scream
I want to pretend
This is all just some sick dream
Inside I’m breaking
I’m falling apart
So why does every song remind me
That there’s nothing left of you?



I hate myself.
I know I have to face the fact and that I have to go through all this by myself and no one would be thr anymore. I can do this, I have to.
71,091 grass and counting.
I love you so much.