There’s this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and sometimes I wish I did. There is a story in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye. When she’s looking back at me I can tell…she’s hurting inside
i just reached that point where i don’t care anymore
You know instead of laying in bed everyday waiting for the hours to go by I really need to do something productive.. I need to stop thinking about the past and the hurt you’ve caused me and fucking do something. Shit man, I mean, I can’t go on everyday sulking, waiting for an answer. I can’t wait around for something that’s not going to come.