I am so Sorry.
But I wont tell you.

Things change. Feelings grow and disappear. It's no big deal.

Face stained with soot,
look around and the bridges you burnt.

Your sholders seem heavy with the weight of the world.
I'd like to take some of that weight and carry it down this road, with you.

You froth at the mouth,
yet I would risk reaching out my hand to touch your teeth

And im just here to say, i miss you. And i hope that you, my best friend, remember i am alive.

In a place of habit, the things one does also become of habit.

Love me for who I am,
Hate me for who I'm not.

I'm baring my soul for all to see,
and having no one respond to me.

The word "personality" originates from the Latin persona, which means mask.