I'll hide my make up smeared eyes to show that I'm fine.

It's not fair, I wrote all these poems for you,
and youll never even care.

Do me a favour and make this easy for me, cuz i dont know what to say and im afraid that ill say anything.

Your making it so easy for me to just walk away.

I miss how happy we use to be, and all the fun we use to have.

Why do things always start off so perfect, and as time goes on, it all seems to fall apart?

No more speaking
no more talking
forget the bullsh!t
from now on im gunna keep on walkin.

Whats the point of living when everything good comes to an end anyways.

You dug your grave,
and your about to bury yourself in it !

I'm starting to think that things never get better.